JUST WRITE

I am a journaler. Transitioning also into a consistent blogger, I am finding, is quite an endeavor. I've journaled my whole life, inspired by my mother, and a passion I share with our three children. There is something special about journaling in one of my favorite quiet spots, holding my "must have" pen in hand, and breaking open one of my two leather journals to the next blank page—a page longing for the thoughts of my heart. My pen ready to translate the cries of my soul or to record a personal moment with the Lord. Journaling—one of my favorite places to be, and one of the safest.

Then there is my laptop. Cold. Sterile. A daunting, endless blank page stares at me just daring me to write something worth reading. Deafening intimidation ever present. Yet my heart is full, and there are many thoughts on my mind. 

And then I remember the hand-written Post-It note found among Meagan's things:

“Write—

Write what you know.

Write what you don’t know.

Write what you think.

Write what you feel.

Just write.”

So, taking her lead, this is "what I know," and this is "what I feel":  NO matter where I go, or where my mind is driven, the Lord finds me. Better yet, He never loses me. There is no place my pain or guilt or anger or struggling can take me that HE does not meet me (Psalm 139). And often He does not mind waiting for me. Sometimes, I believe He even grieves with me. And eventually I hear Him beckoning me back to His arms. This is my Father. My only hope. The One who is holy and mighty and unlike any other. The One who saves and redeems and forgives and loves. This IS My Sovereign Lord. And I am working on embracing the assurance He promises that whatever tomorrow brings, good or bad, and regardless of the condition of my heart, I will stand if He chooses me to stand because HE IS ABLE (Romans 14). 

Typed or hand-written, He has my heart. This is what I also know.