So I’m hopping in my car for the trip over to my brother’s house to water the plants and feed the cats (more on that another day) and I’m oh-so-bummed. I hate it that I’m so bummed. But I am.
There is a line under my post from Monday—
‘No Comments’ it reads.
Zero. Zip. Nada. Zilch.
Not one–Even from my faithful readers and always-kind strangers.
Well, ouch. That’s embarassing….
As I mull this over, God begins to speak to me. (‘Cause under my breath, I’ve been wondering/asking…)
“Um, so your blog the other day? There was that very cool photo you took, but then it was just cutting and pasting the lyrics from a worship song you sang in church yesterday.
You didn’t write anything.
Now I know you felt My touch during worship–the parts in the song about being filled when you’re empty, rescued and healed when you’re broken.
Yeah, that was Me.
But those thoughts were for you. They were your bread, not a meal for someone else.”
Yeah, God talks to me like that.
“Oh,” I think.
“Not everything is a blog post.”
He speaks again, “When I give you something to write, and trust me–I will, WRITE IT.
Do the hard work.
I gave you this gift to share, but it’s not like pouring water out of pitcher.
It’s more like building a house. My house.
You’ve got the idea and the plans and the tools, now DO something with them.
Sweat a little. Pound a little. Make a mistake, pull the nails out and try to hit it again.
Go back and check your plans–did you write everything down right?
Can people see Me through the windows in your writing?
No shortcuts allowed. Don’t just slap something together because it’s the first thing on top of your head.”
So, I remind myself….
- Go as deep and in depth as needed to connect with others.
- Take the manna for your food and share the cool drinks with others.
- And do the hard work to TAKE THE TIME to tell a story.
(and be the Chick at the computer). Smile.