Me, a writer??
I love working with words all day.
That’s what I told my
Mama tonight. What’s more—--it’s true
(just like everything else she knows about me, cause really there’s nothing she
doesn’t: isn’t anything really true about me that she doesn’t know).
It’s a temptation to
think all this can’t really be work, because it’s not like drawing blood. I should be doing Trig. right now, I think. .
.That’s. work. But apparently writing is
work too, and I’m on it right now. Hours
a day, sitting and forming paragraphs and using adverbs and cutting horrible
words and hopefully writing some true words all strung together like a
glorified clothesline—--like somewhere to hang your heart. That’s the prayer.
Cause if I’m not praying
words, words for humility, and for grace, and for clarity, and for staying on
the ground, then I’m writing them.
And if I’m not writing
them, these curious characters trying desperately to look official but not
formulaic, these sentences intended to boldly declare the real, and mostly just
boldly telling me what I don’t know and have yet to make real in my own life,
then I’m reading them.
And if I’m not reading
them, these dialogues of a lifetime, these descriptions of jungle life, and
family life, and overflowing, everywhere-everything life, these barings of the
heart of a godly man and a godly woman, running toward the same goal, their
pursuing-God hearts brilliant—--to brilliant to be fully taken in, like Moses’
face—, if I’m not doing that, well then I’m writing letters of my own.
Writing letters, building
conversations in relationships, and spreading around the glory that I’m steeped
in right now.
The glory of a woman who
counted God faithful, no matter what.
The glory of those who knew
Him true who had promised;
who saw more than what
met their eyes;
who gloried in their
Redeemer;
those who forgot what was
behind,
strained
forward to what was ahead,
and
pressed on toward the goal for the prize of
the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
These are greater things
than words can describe.
Which leaves me in a
bind.
I can pretend all day I’m
a writer, but at the end of the day, the capturing and painting of the glory of
this faithfulness is up to Him.
“The idea is not that we do work for God, but that
we are so loyal to Him that He can to His work through us-” said Oswald Chambers.
And I’m thinking that’s
my only hope as a writer of something far bigger than myself...
You are one of the best writers I've ever read...and you know how much ground that covers! LOVED this post, dear one. Only just now read it...
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