Last week it was an honor to have a blog I wrote published in one of my most respected blogger websites, The Praying Woman. I find myself drawn to the writings by these woman daily, inspired by every story. I generally can’t get enough. I never really thought I would have a chance to be featured right next to everyone else. To have my very own writing on the same website of so many other writers who inspire me was a true privilege.
I have had several close friends and family members compliment my writing lately, and make note of how well written my thoughts are, but the truth is, they are not my own. I can’t take credit where credit isn’t deserved. See, truth be told, most of the time, when I go back to read what I have written in the past I don’t even remember it. Sometimes I am down right astonished that I even wrote it, so much so that I question whether I did or did not. And honestly, more often, I did not. I mean, in physical form I may have been the one fingering away at the keys on the computer, but those thoughts are rarely my own. They are God speaking life into my heart and mind. It is God teaching me a lesson, helping me process His word, or a message. They are God using me to spread His word, and share with others, in hopes to reach someone else with His greatness.
I thank Him so much that He would trust me with this task. To use me, of all people, to inspire growth in others, to share with others. I love writing, I do. When I get into a zone, a God zone, and I begin to write, and the thoughts flow through me and transpire onto paper/screen, it is rejuvenating, enlightening, liberating. I want to do it all the time, and I wish I could, but that is just it - I can’t. Maybe someday he will entrust me to write more often, but I am not there yet. I can’t force the words out of me onto the screen. I have to wait for them. I have to wait until He speaks them into my heart, until He fills my mind so full with thoughts, I feel like I am going to burst. Then and only then can I sit still and let the thoughts flow through me. Writing is healing. It helps me understand who He is and the richness of life he offers, and in the process I just pray that I can inspire another, the way so many epic writers have inspired me. I thank God daily for inspiring me through the talents he has gifted so many others with, and the truth He whispers to me. I thank Jesus for the hope He gives, and the light He shines.
Psalms 119:105 “Your word is a lamp to my feet. And a light to my path.”