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Mount Hermon Christian Writers’ Retreat: Day 3

Be still, and know that I am God.

Psalms 46:10

God is honored with our gratitude towards Him and He knows exactly what we need.

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.

Today the Lord showed me so much of His power. I heard in a devotional this evening that God doesn’t call the qualified, but qualifies the called. I also heard that if God has called us, He will anoint us. In the book of Jeremiah, we read:

Then the word of the Lord came unto me, saying, Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations. Then said I, Ah, Lord God! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child. But the Lord said unto me, Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak. Be not afraid of their faces: for I am with thee to deliver thee, saith the Lord. Then the Lord put forth his hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, Behold, I have put my words in thy mouth.

I’ve experienced the Lord putting the words in my mouth to speak while I meet many in the faith who share the same passion I do to write. We set our stories free while we free ourselves. This comfort and peace I attribute come from the prayers of my husband or of my dear friend who is miles away, both who know the Lord well and deeply. Their prayers for such a time as this are more vital and effectual.

A dream without a deadline is dead, I heard today. And a book sold is a prayer answered. As we approach writing with purpose, we ought to take off our shoes, shouldn’t we? We are stepping on holy land, this space where we pore hours over our keyboards, where we spill our stories that ache to be told, where our devotion and vocation to build up the kingdom blooms inside of us.

Or we can respond with disappointment when expectations are unmet by renting our garments and throwing ashes in our hair.

God is honored with our gratitude towards Him and He knows exactly what we need. Wherever He places us is perfect, for better or worse. After all, we’ve come this far.

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