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Recently, I took a break from writing.  So much of my own life and perspectives had changed and I just wasn’t sure what writing honest looked like anymore.  I prayed, I asked when I could write again, and I kept hearing, “Not yet.”

I had words coming to me, but still I heard, “Not yet.”  I took some notes on my phone during this time, storing those words away for when I got the ok.  Then I needed a new phone and I lost those notes in the process.  All along, I heard God asking me, “Do you trust me to give you the right words at the right time?”  Each time, it hurt to say yes.  But I had to, because I didn’t want to step out of His path for me.  I knew (and still know) that words are so valuable…and spending my own words at the wrong time is a total waste when I could write what He has for me in His time.

Does anyone else care so much about words?  To me, they do indeed hold the power of death and life.  I struggle as a mother with overreacting when my girls tease each other, because I had words thrown carelessly at me when I was younger and their effect was profound.  So when I write, too, I am not just thoughtlessly sharing.  I hold what I speak or write very dearly.

We had a recent visit from my husband’s cousin, a fellow creative, spirit-filled, and someone who gets all of this. I had just started this blog again and he had no idea.  He looked me square in the eyes and said, “When are you writing again?  You are full of words, full of books.”  It was another confirmation for me that this was the right time.

So, I write because I am inspired.  I write because just like a painter paints, or a baker bakes, or an engineer engineers…I write.  Just like an architect designs, a mechanic rebuilds an engine, or a scientist experiments…I write.

I can’t help it, and I can’t not.

Words are my thing.  They are what He has given me, and I would be remiss to neglect them.  What is your thing?  What has He entrusted to you?

I know it’s Monday.  I know the week can loom ahead of us like one big, never-ending to-do list.  Dream with me for a moment.  What gift is laying dormant, just waiting to give life to your corner of the world?  DO IT.