My life has been one of twists and turns and trying to figure out who I am and what God has called me to do.
Sometimes it’s all so confusing.
But occasionally, I have afternoons like this one.
I sit quietly in my office as soft piano music plays on Pandora
And I type
And the words flow
As do the tears.
And somehow my fingers transform into those of the piano player
Pounding black words on a white screen
And I sway with the melody
As the music pours out of me.
I am transformed.
The words become worship
Each letter draws me closer to Him.
A trickle becomes a flow, a fountain gushing forth.
I am alive with words
And then I remember: This is who I am, who He made me to be.
I am a writer.
Words flow out of me like running water
So easy, so effortless.
I move out of the way and let Spirit speak.
And I ask you,
What flows effortlessly from within?
What draws you into His presence?
What unites you with your Creator?
That, my friend, is what you were designed to do.
Whatever it may be
It is His gift operating through you.
Be all that.