I like to think of myself as a writer. When I sit down, take the time, and let my thoughts flow, the pen glides across the page. Well, now days, my fingers race from one key to the next.
It was my college English Professor Drew Colenbrander who looked at me and said, “you are a writer.” That spark lit the tinder in my heart and mind that burst into a flame. When my final paper was returned, written in red ink was a statement I should never have let go. “You should take this and create a children’s book.” Alas, fear of failure, self doubt, procrastination, and life seemed to cloud my view of Gregory the Gargoyle. He still sit alone atop Chartes Cathedral waiting for the words to release him.
God gives each of us gifts to use for Him. We are created for His purpose, in His image, by His hands. Pictures and words, humor and empathy. I’m thankful.
Sunday as I listened I heard Galatians Chapter 5: 22-23 we see the fruits of the spirit.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”
My thoughts swirled. What fruit do I bear? What do others see in me? Am I sour grapes or a sweet peach?
What is it that others see? What words do they use to describe me? Do I leave a sweet aroma or sour stench when I pass by?
Honestly and truthfully, there is sweet and sour. I don’t always bear good fruit. At times it may have be good, but when I step outside Gods will, His plan, my fruit rots. It smells and tastes rather disgusting. Others will know.
It is for our best to stay in Christ. Close to Him. Letting Him live in and thru us so that what comes from us is good.
Words describe. Words create. Words distort. Words heal. Words are life.
God gave us His word to live and breathe. To digest and share. His word is life.
I am a writer. I write what He gives me. It can’t be forced. He has given me this gift to share.