Thinking of this writing thing God has gushed loud into my ears.
But I don't have anything worth saying, Lord.
Then I remind myself daily what I already know:
Focus on the Father, not my flaws.
Look to the Savior, not my shortcomings.
The I AM, not my inadequacy.
Rooted in Him, adequacy flows over. The patient Father leads His children to water, but He doesn’t make us drink.
He holds water out, as if in cupped hands. He bids us, come.
And at the edge of this babbling brook, I drink from those hands. I repeat memorized Scripture—water cleansing through the Word—about who I am. And Whose I am. How I’ve been fashioned by God. Created in Christ Jesus to do good works that will bring His Kingdom glory.
No earthly yardstick can measure His amazing grace.
The water runs fresh, and I confess how I have downplayed how He uniquely knit me together. When I shift the focus to Truth, anxiety drains away.
You are fearfully, wonderfully made.
He hasn't asked for Olympic performances in this life or for me to prove my significance to the world. Or to prove myself to Him. Or to publishers. Or agents.
He is the One who approves, declaring us beloved while we were yet sinners. He asks now only for my heart, my willingness, my hands—to trust His path for me.
And there it is. My hands. These writing hands.
Regardless of who sees my scribbles, He does. And I trust He will take those words, guided by Him, brimming with His wellspring of love, to parched souls who need hydrated most.
That's when peace flows like a raging river.
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