I invite Jesus to my morning coffee and writing sessions.
He always shows up.
I thank Him profusely for helping me with my prose.
He smiles. Jesus understands the life-transforming power of words.
After all, He wrote the greatest book in the entire world with some help from a group of flawed but sold-out to Jesus disciples and apostles. Yes, His group was a bunch of rag-tag sold-out writers.
I, too, want to be a sold-out to Jesus writer. I ask Him to help me to compose with grace and not with stones. Jesus did not speak and write by hurdling words of judgmental stones. He told the truth with such compassion and mercy.
Think back to the Bible story about the woman caught in the act of adultery that was brought to Jesus and thrown to the ground by a group of rebel-raisers. We know what He said but what did Jesus write in the sand when He stooped down?
We converse about His style. Jesus spoke in creative parables so followers would immediately open ears wider to listen intently. The Bible is full of parables. I ask Him to sharpen my creative writing style and to help me to use meaningful stories to tell of His amazing story, the greatest chronicle of all time.
I am a flawed human being, a flawed writer. Searching for Jesus words to share with hurting humanity. Striving to create a story, a poem, a song, a devotional, an article that sparks hope in the forlorn reader.
But as I struggle to write, I know Jesus is changing me. As I gain His knowledge and wisdom, I change. Morning coffee and morning writing with Jesus changes me.