I want to write something meaningful
Words that are not my own, that do not point towards this messy child
But expressions that point elsewhere, upward.
I pray for them,
I pray for fear
to dissipate.
I offer these notes to Him as kindling
A tune for Him to make His very own,
As harmony, melody or simply background noise.
To burn as rubble
if His heart desires,
or to set ablaze.
I do not know what will be done
This imperfect language
But I keep writing.
The invitation still remains,
A whispering to continue the scribbling.
I do not know why but I keep warming hands over coffee
and making these marks.
Words here come to me and I wonder, can it be, is it time for me to be bold? Should I even try to go for it? I write these words not only for imperfect prose but also for another feat. She Speaks is coming here, here to NC in July and I wonder whether Father might gift this to this messy girl. The only way to know is to put it out there and see what He does with it. Ann is offering a scholarship and this I write for that. With these imperfect words, I wonder, if that door might get opened?
Words also scribbled for Emily's Imperfect Prose, wont you join along?
Heather this is simply lovely....no other words....just a quiet little whisper of lovely...thankyou, TK xx
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading your heart.
ReplyDeletealways love your words.
ReplyDeleteFor Him to make them His own - Yes! that is my prayer too. Loved your beautiful words today!
ReplyDeleteKeep scrawling those precious words... and lifting them up to Him....
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i also love your words here. the unknowingness that sometimes writers feel, but i think moreso how humanity feels at times.... this why/where/who/what we don't always know the answer to... but then we make marks, or are Marked upon, and get glimpses into the HOW of grace. and our hearts are warmed. love this.
ReplyDeleteHow life affirming. Thank you for your gift of words linked gently together...
ReplyDeleteThat's all we can do so much of the time... But just remember, you are special and you have value no matter what you do :)
ReplyDeleteThis made me smile. Why does a writer write? I think you summed it all up beautifully with "A whispering to continue the scribbling."
ReplyDeleteGodspeed with your writing - and God Bless you and yours
"A whispering to continue the scribbling." I get this, I hear it, too. :)
ReplyDelete~I could read these words over and over
ReplyDelete~They are lovely:0)
~Happy scribbles!
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing...and I know the feeling oh so well. Thanks, too, for stopping by and leaving an encouragement for me. I appreciate you and pray that you will find your way to She Speaks, if He so desires. <3
ReplyDeletethose last four lines...goodness.
ReplyDeletethis is gold, heather.
I love the surrender I hear here. Hard place for me to get to, but lovely to listen to.
ReplyDeleteoh heather... this is my prayer too. i think your words are holy offerings. never stop being his voice.
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