After a busy travel season this Spring, I am home. I’ve been cleaning and de-cluttering and, generally, trying to catch up on things. Every time I complete a “project”, no matter how small, I feel a little lighter. A couple days responding to backlogged emails and Facebook messages and I should be good to go. Where am I going? I’m not exactly sure, but there is something stirring in me and I recognize the feeling. It’s a motivation to get my house in order because I feel a season of writing coming on.
Someone gave me a scripture card with Jeremiah 29:11 nestled into a little garden scene. Who hasn’t clung to that verse at one time or another. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” After wiping the water spots off my bathroom mirror, I decided to tuck the card up under one of the small clamps that holds the mirror in place. That way I could be reminded of this comforting promise each day. The only trouble is, the card kept falling into the sink or onto the floor. Each time I would patiently pick it up and tuck it back under the clamp, until it happened one too many times…
This girl was frustrated. I actually said out loud, “Well, fine! I guess I’ll just have to write it on my heart.” Don’t ask me why I didn’t simply reach for a piece of tape and get on with it. Anyway, realizing the sheer irony of getting frustrated over a verse that was meant only to encourage, I had a good chuckle and smiled at the truth of it all; that the scriptures, the very words of God could be written on our hearts. Oh, what a wonder.
Still, it begins with the initial exposure. We read the Word, hear it in a song or a sermon; we may even put it to memory. However it comes to us, the repeated exposure does something powerful. Over time it becomes a part of us, a part of who we are. And we carry it with us wherever we go.
I want to be a part of that chain. To tap into the Source…to reach for it, understand it, obtain it, live it, and let it flow out of me onto the page that others might “pick it up” for encouragement. Something in me needs to do this. To continue to expose Him. Not just for others, but also for me. Because the constant and deliberate exposure seeps way down to the inside places. The core places. The places of the heart.
And so I will clean my house, clear my head, and go to the Writing Place. Will it be another album? A book? A post-it note? Time will tell. And I can’t wait to read what’s next!
Trusting the Author to meet me there…
“…these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in His Name.” John 20:31