Sometimes when writing it seems as though I am in a “dry and thirsty land.” I stare at the page, pen in hand with nothing to say. Or the cursor on the computer sits there blinking, mocking my lack of, well, anything to say. Though I love it, there are times when writing is a grind, a chore and I am ready to pack it in.
But then there are times when I hit the ‘sweet spot’ when words come fast and furious and I can barely keep up with pen or keyboard to get them down. It is in the ‘sweet spot’ that I know God has placed His hand upon me, has stirred the embers within me and we get down to business together. He encourages me with every stroke. Those are the times that make my heart sing. The times where He and I dance together in a rhythm of His making and for which I can no more take credit than I can for my very breath.
What is produced in those times is a treasure. Sometimes the piece is tucked away for my eyes only and other times it is read by another, touching their heart in some way. Perhaps with a gasp or a sigh, a tear or a chuckle. A connection beyond my pen occurs. A link only He can design, whatever He desires.
And so, I continue to search for the sweet spot with my Saviour. Those glorious times that leave a glow that lingers long after the pen lays still and the computer is silent. Knowing the sweet spot exists leads me back to my writer’s chair as if I have an unquenchable thirst or insatiable hunger. And I am glad to clamber and crawl over the dunes of the desert for at some point I know I will be able to slide down the sand to the oasis, where my Mentor and I will meet once more, in the ‘sweet spot.’