Refreshed!

 

 

 

 

I've been taking a break from writing...

well at least that's what I've been telling myself.

 

I think others refer to it as "writer's block".

 

I don't care much for it...this writer's block.

 

It makes me worry and questions come into play as I try to figure all of this out.

 

I blame it on being "busy" lately and having things to do other than peck at my keyboard.

I say that the ideas that pop in and out of my head are lame or boring or they don't have enough substance.

I search for the words, but they don't come.

 

Thoughts used to rush into my head and I had to stop all that I was doing to write them down before my aging brain forgot them.

 

Now...they just don't come as often.

 

So I ask the questions

 brewing inside my inner most thoughts...

 

"Are you done with me God?"

"Am I all washed up?"

"Is there nothing left to share of myself?"

"Is this it?"

 

 

And then I read this scripture...

 

Matthew 11:28

Come to me, all you that labour, and are burdened, and I will refresh you.

 

So, I take this scripture and run to God and express to Him my heart's desire to continue writing.

To share my heart and myself and His love and His greatness within my life to others.

I plead this to Him with a willing heart to go where He goes.

 

 

And the word refresh is whispered into my spirit.

 

Refresh.

Replenish.

Renovate.

Revive.

Update.

Restore.

Renew.

 

This word,

 it seeps into my heart and it whispers life into my spirit

 and I feel Him speaking directly to me.

 

 

I will refresh you.

 

And I see the answer to all of my doubt and questions within

the small space of that four word sentence.

 

I rejoice in my weakness as I see His strength...

 

I-He

Will-is

Refresh-restoring

You-me.

 

He is restoring me.

 

I realize that I have been way too dependent on myself

lately for my writing and not dependent enough on Him.

I've worried about my own inabilites and haven't been focused on His ability.

 

I've taken my eye off of what really matters, why I began writing in the first place.

 

It's somehow become about numbers,

and followers,

 and impressing people,

and the fear of offending others,

and the lack of pretty words,

and other stuff that doesn't matter.

 

What matters, is that I write because He put it on my heart to do so.

Because He is the pen that puts my thoughts into motion.

Because He has a story that He is writing through me.
Because I want to leave His legacy with my children.
Because I want to share Him with others, even if it's just one.
Because I want to help bring a smile to someone's face and hope into their life.
Because it's who He created me to be.

Because I feel closer to Him when I do.
Because it's where my soul finds rest.

Because He has been so good to me and His grace flows through me.

 

I write...because He is.

 

 

I read an excerpt this morning from my beautiful writer friend Holley Gerth.

She poignantly describes in her latest blog post a writer's heart...

 

~~~~~~~~~

I write to find my way home.

I write to reconnect with Love.

I write to know I’m not alone.

~~~~~~~~~

 

I write to find my way home to Him.

I write to connect with His Love.

I write to know that I'm not alone, that He is with me in this journey of life.

 

He is the pen that writes my story.

 

I am refreshed in Him.

 

Philippians 1:6

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.

 

 

 



Breath of Life

 

 

 

Isaiah 42:5

 

God's Message,
the God who created the cosmos, stretched out the skies,
laid out the earth and all that grows from it,
Who breathes life into earth's people,
makes them alive with his own life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I borrowed this from a fellow blogger today.

 

It spoke directly to my heart...

 

In my need to be busy and get things done,

 I sometimes find myself out of breath from trying to just keep up.

 

How quickly I forget, that He is the Breath of Life.

In Him will I find my rest and my strength.

 

With His own life has He made me alive.

 

 

 

May the words of my friend Elora Ramirez at A Deeper Story help you find rest in Him today.

 

 

Sitting in Silence

 

 

We don’t rest well.

We work and come home and eat and watch some television and retreat to our rooms to start everything all over again in a few hours. On weekends, we rest by shopping. We’re constantly doing and I’ve realized in falling trap to the push to be something, I’ve lost the whispers of His heart for me.

 

When I rest, and by rest I mean sitting in silence and listening to His heartbeat, my creativity soars. Words flow. I feel centered – complete. And the minute I try and reach for that control – the doing and fixing and thinking and worrying – my eyes droop, my shoulders tense, my words stutter.

Almost makes me think there’s something to this resting and abiding - like He wants to be our Breath of Life. Our Muse. Our Restoration.

 

Take time to find His heartbeat today. Find a quiet space away from the noise and let your soul rest in the silence. Hands open, eyes closed – let Him close enough to hear those whispers.

 

 

 

 

John 15:7

 

If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you,

you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you.