Day 4 of 31 Days of Writing, trying to be brief and light and think about “my why”. I remembered why in an old hymn, just the chorus.
“Let others see Jesus in you…”
It’s simple but it’s hard, I’m either focused and feeling faithful or I teeter on my own inconsistency to come back around and hopeful again, once again.
What is my why? …a provoking question often used to motivate or continue something begun hopefully or associated with a personal goal.
Why do I write? This one I’ve been pondering lately. Does anyone really care, isn’t my life quite fine without it?
It’s not at all necessary, not as noticed as needed to go someplace grander, more visible, more esteemed.
Someone suggested I write fiction, perhaps people are sick of the sorrowful stories of women who’ve been restored, redeemed, renewed. I was perplexed, set off course and wondered why a made-up story instead of my truth?
Maybe I could, I’m not sure I should. Maybe I will; but, only after I’ve written on why, why I believe, why I have hope now when I was so very hopeless before.
Why you should too.
In the back of a worn little book of Psalms and Proverbs, pages missing and places with corners turned down, there’s a note among other notes:
If I wrote a book it would be a long letter explaining why I believe in Jesus, in His love and in His mercy.
There are countless versions bound into books with more significant stories than mine.
Still, my why is mine.
Why I pause to pray when I could easily turn and go the other way. My knees find peace and my soul finds rest in the personal and private moments I am intentional and I choose to pray.
Why I open my mind to learn from His word, finding new understanding in ancient recordings that develop slowly, requiring discipline and distraction-free commitment of time.
Like the verse about the yoke and rest, I can see it now. I couldn’t take the steps designed for me by God if I didn’t stay in a simple and steady rhythmic walk, I can’t follow God’s path on my own, can’t carry my stuff for too long.
Why I’ve come so very far because of His mercy, yet realize I’ve so much further to go and why I am blown away that He considers me worthy of the cross.
Thank you, thank you for the cross.
Why I am astounded that He prompts me still to pray and that answers come and each time I am moved, so very moved by His splendid and sweet mercy.
Why I think the most important thing about me if there’s anything at all are in the words to this song:
Your life’s a book before their eyes
They’re reading it through and through
Say does it point them to the skies
Do others see Jesus in you?
I understand others seeing Jesus in me differently now than before, more a gentle light causing need for others to come near, to know more, to see a difference in me, my art, my words, my everything.