Evangelist Dick Mills read me this verse forty-five years ago and told me God was telling me to write. He did not know me and nothing about me then would have indicated I would ever be a writer. I had only recently climbed back out of atheism.
I’ve been thinking how much that verse has impacted my life.
Sometimes I feel like my pen is flowing ink-words right out of my soul—like my mind is learning them for the first time as I write. Sometimes I know I didn’t start the thoughts.
I go to the keyboard and see my fingers (I still have to watch the keys to type) seek and find the right letters—surprised when I read what they wrote. It’s as though my eyes are reading into my mind thoughts from my soul never before shaped into words.
And often I’m overwhelmed when I hear what the microphone did with my words—where did they come from?
Other times I feel clumsy about what I produced. Perhaps some of the thoughts are profound only to me being birthed out of my own desire to know God-things in a deeper way—and I must admit that some seem banal and trite and a waste of the alphabet.
But perhaps some of them are truly inspired and anointed by God’s Holy Spirit. The next thought shortens my breath: if they are, indeed, inspired I must be a good steward of the words.
Who does The Anointer want me to share them with? Where? How?
What more should I be doing to spread them?
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