Monday, April 4, 2011

when even I cry

As I write, the words flow so smoothly.  So easily.  It's my heart that's found them.  The Lord who guides them.

And when I read them, my goodness how the tears well up.

It's not my writing.  Please don't look at me.  Look at Him.  The Maker and Creator of all - the One who gave me these words, this heart and this courage.

I join you in the weeping sometimes.  And I, too, see Him.

The writing isn't for you, you see - it's for me.  It's a way He's brought healing to my heart and courage to my life.  This worship humbles me.

1 comment:

  1. So true. Writing has brought so much healing to me as well, as I am able to express freely what is in my heart.