To guide our feet into the way of peace.” Luke 1:78-79įor me it describes exactly what God has been doing in my life the past couple of years. To give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. We’re by the sunrise shall visit us from on high. Talked about how He helped me, how He carried me. Talked about some really hard things that have happened. It is as if God and I sat at a coffee shop together and talked. I found this verse a little over a month ago and it really stuck with me and I have been sitting with it ever since. God is so good it surpasses all understanding.
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But my heart also rejoices because I know this is not the end, and if you are like me and your heart hurts with grief, know your loved one is in the presence of Jesus Christ, living out eternal life, set free from life’s burdens and is more alive and free than ever before. My heart aches for what your heart aches. This surpasses all understanding, all knowledge, all of life’s circumstances. The creator of the universe loves me and has my best interest in mind. The feeling of being held and loved by your Heavenly Father as life seems to be falling apart.ĭefinition of surpass: exceed be greater than. It is so strong, might and present no words can describe it. I write wherever I am, because I am a writer called to write. The writer who writes at my warm desk in my bedroom or sometimes against a tree of nature, maybe in my car between places. I’m the type of writer who feels the build up and calling from the words needing to be let out on paper. I am the type of writer who will write on any paper or napkin in sight if all that’s available is my hand, I write on my hand. All it does is put light on the art writing is. From neat to sloppy, there may be tears or coffee stains. My writing can get messy, unorganized, lost, and found, it flows without change. I am the type of writer who allows my heart to speak, my brain takes a step back and the soul flies in any and every direction. I am the type of writer who just writes, does not have a plan, maybe just a thought or one word in mind and what comes out is something I didn’t know I needed to hear. I will do random research on something as if I am asking someone more questions about what they do or where their life has brought them. I am the type of writer who travels, travels from thought to thought, bush to bush.
I think of it not as a chore but like spending personal time with a friend, a friend that is your thoughts, nature around me, a bird that stopped by or a butterfly whose wings need a break for a second. I am the type of writer who is a friend of writing. Without writing I would be lost and nothing but forgetful. Stephen King says a good thought will not be forgotten, I’m not sure how similar of writers we are since writing things down is my way of doing life from my devotions and what I did today, to to-do list, goals, reminders, good quote I found, dream I had, grocery list, people I want to reach out to, flowers I want to smell one day like a sea aster. It’s like the words are impatient people in line for a rollercoaster, a couple minutes and they are gone. My brain says gross, but my heart interrupts and says there is no other choice. I do the old link the pen trick, more than not it works. They cannot come out fast enough, my poor hands are all over the page, my pen is running dry. I am the type of writer who misspells words as they pour them out on the page, not drizzle, maybe not even pour more like dump words on the page. A creative writing assignment: what type of writer are you?