Although I keep much of today’s insides inside, the inside pressure is swelling like a grape hard-pressed — but not crushed. (2 Corinthians 4:8).
As much as I do tell, it seems there will still be chunks of story left untold. But I need to tell a bit of the story once in a while.
Writing is like a pressure valve on my soul.
A Song: I’d Rather Have Jesus than Anything
The writing of this post began many, many weeks ago now (remember, I write ahead) with a gentle thumping that said, “Speak. Share. Tell the story. Carefully, but tell the story.”
Then the song. At church.
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There, that helps. Putting it in perspective, that helps.
I’d rather have Jesus than a silent heart.
Behind the Screen
The song reflected some bits of the thoughts I think on this side of the computer screen. And I thought, maybe other bloggers have similar thoughts.
So I decided to write first about the song.
I needed a photo, and since I like using my own photos, I found this one in my stash from our visit to Compassion International in Colorado Springs back in the height (training depths?) of the tarnished world.
Seeing this image again, back came the story. My heart began to crack and I could feel the ooze of pain seeping around the edges, dripping on my fingers asking me again to tell the story. I could feel myself resisting.
A Pain-free Writing World
I began this blog as a place of escape.
Precious women who’d walked my age bracket before said, “You need an outlet.”
And I enjoyed the outlet, the escape. I still enjoy the escape.
But the pain-free writing world I want to maintain doesn’t help in the nooks and crannies that I want to help. Where He wants to help. In the hurts, fears, and heartbreaks that we escape from, pursuing something, something to fill the holes.
A pain-free writing world creates a scene of polished silver.
Life isn’t always polished silver.
A Number of Things May Tarnish Our Silver
It may be a number of things, but something threatens to tarnish all of our souls.
If you’re curious about tarnish and silver (I was), check it out. It’s a fascinating process.
- If I only share the polished silver of life, how does that help?
- If I skip over the tarnished days of the past, how will God get the glory for all that He has done?
While I wait on Him to complete the polishing process, wipe (of tears) by wipe, I might as well tell a story. His story.
Dangers still lurk, tarnish still threatens – because we have today. And we have the past.
As much as we want to erase the past, we have it. It is ours. It is our story.
If God walking with us, Emmanuel, has done anything to help us through a chapter, a page, a sentence, a word of the past, it is His story, too.
I want to tell His story. Even though today has its own tarnish.
It’s Your Turn: It’s Your Story
My heart’s desire is to weave His story in and around regular posts about crafts and causes in a way that encourages you to trust God to help you write your next sentence, page or chapter.
“We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;” – 2 Corinthians 4:8
Did you know that the word perplexed means, “I don’t know what to do“?
And despair means “I am utterly without resources“?
may notdon’t know what to do, but I have a relationship with the Source of All Resources. I can cry out to Him, and lean heavy on His heartbeat.
Where are you in your story? Are you writing a new chapter? A next sentence? Are you grasping for the next word?
The good news is: He’s in the story with us. [Isaiah 53:3-4]
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