I have been pondering quite a bit lately about why I have been so inundated this year with the need to write. Seriously, words coming at me like MACK trucks. I have to have my trusty phone with me so I can record or make a note at any given time (children I'm not texting, but recording the words when driving . . . )
So is God Blessing me out of tragedy or is He challenging me with obedience? He has certainly called me to it, of that I have no doubt (considering I don't have a creative bone in my body). And when I go over the last 5-6 years of my life, He has consistently been nudging me to this place.
In small steps. . . . Now if you know me, you know that I don't do anything small. I typically jump in with all (4) feet and (6) hands and bulldoze my way to the finish line. Sometimes knocking everybody down in the process.
So it's not a surprise to find out that through the last years God is teaching me patience. I am in love with the words of Justin Lathrop: Learn more than you teach, Listen more than you talk, Add more than you take, care more than you are cared for. In this little statement you can hear God whisper . . . "Patience . . . ."
So to get back to my need to write. After 12 songs and 6 chapters of a book, I am at a crossroads. You see I have been so excited to have God working through me that I find myself writing quickly to finish and move on to the next thing excited to see what He has next. But maybe He is ready for me to slow down and soak in what I am writing. That lends me to consider if I am writing to myself or maybe He is writing to me? Wow, that's a thought which brings tears to my eyes. . . . Could He be so amazing and loving that He could write to me - through me?
Once again, I don't pretend to know the heart of God. But I am so appreciative that He wants to share His Loving Heart with me. Honestly if someone would have sat me down 30 years ago and explained the absolute peace which comes from a relationship with our Heavenly Father, well maybe I would have followed a different path. . . But then would I be where I am today?
Quandaries to Ponder . . .
But For Today, Dear Father thank you for your Love, for your continued blessing on my life and on the lives of others You Serve to Touch. . . .
Always your Loving Daughter
