You know the drill. We write for 5 minutes flat with no second guessing, backtracking, or overthinking. We write for the pleasure of the clacking keys and the release of our words.
I began this year with a blank screen and a burning desire to fill the pages with my story. This blog, born of many years of voices swirling in my mind, breaking free in narrative, inspired something new in me.
Freedom and if I’m honest, so much fear. And so my first official blog post was formed. I chose my one word 365, or rather it chose me.
For so many years, there have been layers of covering. Scars and sorrow and the ever present mask of self-sufficiency have disguised my sin, my disbelief, my weakness, my rebellion.
But this is the year, when that mask has begun to crumble, when I will be recovered in Him.
And God has used this passion to strip me. The process has begun.
Will I still write when there are no comments or likes or tweets?
Will I still trust Him when all things seem to go wrong and my body is fragile and weary?
Will my identity be found in Him and not in the page views on Google Analytics?
Will I speak the words that are truth to me or will I allow insecurity to plague and harass me with their slippery tongues?
Will I bathe in the gospel daily and let it cover this sin scourged soul like a healing salve?
Will I allow the words He has spoken to me to be my true story, and am I willing to follow Him wherever He leads me?
Will I let Him be the true author?
Will I let Him empty me to be filled with His story?
I pray and beg and plead that my answer will be yes. Yes, Lord. Help me to say yes.
Stop, now head over to gypsy mama to link up and enjoy other’s take on this weeks word.