“Write for me.”
I cover my ears. Not that voice again! But, I’ve avoided taking this step for so long though that I just can’t stand it anymore. I must do something. I’m through with the excuses and the doubts and the self-loathing.
“Write for me.”
Echoes from my past pursue me, competing with the soft Voice. The doubts creep in and try to strangle my thoughts. “What could I possibly say? And, who would want to read what I write? I have no notoriety. I’m not prolific nor am I profound.”
“Write for me.”
“I’m not a writer!” erupts from my lips.
Then, the Spirit’s gentle whisper resounds like thunder. He reminds me: “When you were drowning in your sorrows – you wrote. When you were excited and you had no one to share your joy – you wrote. When you were broken-hearted, or lonely or angry or afraid – you wrote. When you were in love – you wrote. You see I read your words. I laughed with you; I cried with you. Your words touched my heart my child. I cherish you dearly. Write for me.”
As the Voice grows louder and clearer, I respond to the source:
“Holy Spirit, guide my thoughts and my words as I lift my pen for you, Lord.
Today I begin. Today I write for Christ.”
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"Today I begin. Today I write for Christ.” " --- Dear Loretta, write, write, and write all that God lays on your heart, and if you always put Him first, there will be a lot of writing to do. Thomas
