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.