I must have tucked the words away, the ones shared by David Kanigan about writing and reluctance and for me, waiting to see if others may approve or even just read.
It was wisdom for me, a jewel: Permission to just write without measure of success
I let it linger, mingle with lyrics and truths until it commingled in a good way to make me pray.
I wrote out a prayer last night, cause you know, writing for me, makes it more likely to stick:
God, guide me so that my writing honors you only.
Help me to help others have hope. May my only desire be to please you.
Then I wound up again, in the beginning of my Bible and I remembered when Moses told God he absolutely was incapable and God said, let me show you.
Lord, open doors you want opened or Lord,
equip me to glorify you, not me
or you might pray,
God, help me to get me out of your way so that you can have your way or
equip me to write, to paint, to live in a way that brings you honor,
not notice or concern or praise or
sometimes pity because
my words ring too true.
Because of mercy, in Jesus Name,