Author: lana1967

Trying to Make Writing Happen

Trying to Make Writing Happen

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God is working in my heart trying to make writing happen. I feel the stirrings of new life inside me as if I were expecting a big, beautiful baby. I keep trying to light a fire in my spirit, but it rains so often in my heart that the sparks never have a chance to ignite. I've been begging God for so long to give me words. There's so much I want to say--but God is silent when I sit waiting for words. God, give me Your words. Give me the ears to listen. Let the rain soften my heart so that when the words come, they'll sound like they do in my head. They'll be God-inspired, so they won't be able to help it. Take these wooden, empty words and fill them with light and love. Amen.

Beauty for Ashes

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“The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives, and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion - to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." Is. 61:1-3 This has always been one of my favorite Scripture passages. The first part talks about the call I heard from God when
Putting My Soul into Words

Putting My Soul into Words

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Every time I sit down to write these days, I feel a tension in my body. It's as if I feel too vulnerable to share something close to my heart. Even right now, I can feel it. Have you ever felt like that? I've mentioned on here that I don't get out of my house much. I hate thinking of myself as homebound or a "shut-in" or even worse an "invalid." It makes me feel even more vulnerable because sometimes I feel left out of the lives of people I care about. Reaching out to someone feels like a risk that's more than I can take. Sometimes I think it even extends to my relationship with God. Putting my feelings into words in prayer means I have to ignore how unworthy I feel. I'm trying to hold on to faith that God wants to hear what I have to say. I guess today I'm trying to hold on to...