And so, why am I writing this blog?

I am writing this blog for you. This blog is a gift from the Father to you through me. And by you, I don’t mean you, necessarily.

You will know who you are – the you I am writing this blog for.

Is it you?

Or maybe you don’t yet know if you are you as you read a few lines and move on to something else.

But for YOU – there is something here that you need. So I write for you. Except that I don’t know anything about you – your tastes, hobbies, needs, or soul yearnings.

But God asked me to write. And so I write. I write for you.

I write because He whispered in my ear. I could almost sense Him one day in the library, excited. He wanted to show me something. I looked blankly at the wall of books.

He seemed to be saying that He wanted the voice of His children to create books for these shelves.

I believe He wants to flood the earth with books about His Kingdom written by His people.

He was planting a seed in me, showing me His heart, opening a bit of heaven’s storehouses to see a tiny glimpse of the treasures He wants to give us if only we can lift our eyes to see.

Write, He seemed to be saying.

But like Moses, I protest.

The soil of my heart where God so gently planted a seed is dry. The seed cannot penetrate the earth.

I tell no one what He has been saying. The soil is too hard.

But God brings the rain.

At the women’s breakfast with our church, she prays for me. “I don’t know what this means,” she begins, “but I feel like God is giving you a pen. And the ink is the Holy Spirit. As you write, the ink of Holy Spirit will guide you.”

And I weep and weep because her words touch the deepest layer of my heart, the part with the ear that only You have whispered to.

Can it be true?

Have I correctly been hearing from You? It took one of your beloveds to dig into the soil, turn it over afresh, and whisper into my ear confirmation of what Holy Spirit had already been saying. Write.

And so I write.

And if you are the one I am writing for, welcome. It is good to meet you. May these words feed your soul. For they came from the Father and pass, garbled, through my hands. I apologize for mixing up the words, ignoring what I should have written, and writing something else instead. For erasing what should have been left and for the messiness of this page.

But may you, even through the dirty, ripped page, be encouraged somehow.

For that is His way.

My heart is to obey in joy. May a few of these words encourage you, dear friend. And may you also, one day, hear more clearly what He is saying to you, so He can bless others, through you, with His voice, as well, garbled and mixed up, as we may understand it with our broken ears and our broken desires.

We endeavour to speak to the world what we think He may be saying. May many seeds from the dirt that we throw earnestly to the wind land on soil already moistened by Holy Spirit

For that is His way.

God said [to Moses,] My presence will go with you. I’ll see the journey to it’s end.

The Message

God, help us to plant the seeds of Your voice whispering to our hearts. Help us to scatter seeds afar of the life that has unfolded because we chose to walk with You.

And God, bring the rain, we pray. For this is the only way life can arise from the dust of our lives.

Consider asking God, what is one step I can take today to align my life to Your vision of who I am as I learn to walk more closely by your side?