Knowing where my writing belongs while knowing Who it belongs to
I just returned from the first day of the SoCal Christian Writers’ Conference. In recent months since my return from the Mount Hermon Writers’ Conference, I’ve found myself thinking long and hard about where my writing belongs, a thought that was further explored by something I read on the Steve Laube blog this afternoon. The timing couldn’t be better than that.
Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote that the bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. At the core of this message are two sensibilities of regret and action, for caring for a parent on the brink of death requires reflection and intentional obedience to God—a dependency on Him alone as we are reminded that love and sacrifice are synonymous forces of compassion, despite its discomfort.
A ladies guide to being intentional about meeting with God daily
I had a quiet moment the other morning. My husband took my son to get water and my eldest son awoke afterward, read his Bible, and then began his classwork. My toddler daughter remained asleep. I had an empty stomach and thus, it was the perfect time to feed my soul with God’s word.
These past few days have been thick with possibility. All my goals rest in His mighty hands. I’ve heard words I never expected to hear, positive feedback that encourages me to press onward. Whatever the outcome, however, won’t detract me from writing in boldness, from sharing my healing heart journeys.