I have known from the beginning that many of the words I
write don’t originate from me. God
guides my thoughts and forms the words that flow from my fingertips onto the
page.
When I struggle with what to write it is usually because
I’m trying to do it on my own. The
writer’s block is actually a self imposed barrier which makes it difficult for
me to pay attention to the heavenly guidance being offered.
There have been times I’ve felt the inspiration to write
on a certain topic and then been amazed at where it has led. Since this wasn’t my plan, it must have been
the one God intended. When this happens
I feel his pleasure that I was attuned to the message he wanted me to share.
I believe he gives me insight into everyday life
experiences that are often taken for granted in our busy lives. The sole purpose is for me to pass them
on. When I am obedient, it pleases him.
I understand that not all of the words I write will reach
others or point them back to God.
Although this is my intention, I have no control over the final
outcome. For this reason, I need to
write for an audience of one.
Everything I write needs to be an offering to God. When I take my meager gift and offer it back
to God he is able to multiply it. I pray
that my words will be used to bring him glory but usually there is no actual
confirmation that this has happened.
This is where faith and trust come in.
Then there are those incredible moments when I’m given
the gift of hearing how the words have made a difference.
One of those times happened recently. A woman approached me with a story to
share. She had been using my book as a
daily reading. (That alone blessed
me!) Her father had recently passed away
and she had just read the final words he had written in his journal. The next morning she opened my book to see those
same words as the title of reading for that day. The words that followed spoke to her so
clearly that she chose to read this story at her father’s funeral.
I had tears rolling down my cheeks as she relayed this to
me. It was overwhelming to know that
words I had written had impacted someone so deeply. I felt I had just received
a warm embrace from God as he told me how pleased he was that I was obeying him
with the writing I was doing.
I thank God for the words he gives me and pray that my
writing will always be pleasing to and glorify him.
Tandy is the author of Inspirations From the Everyday and
Dragonflies, Snowdrifts & Spice Cake.
She blogs at www.timewithtandy.com
