Strewn Upon My Heart

I realize I'm always writing even when I'm not writing.

I think God has a way of building up people, places, stories, and events in my heart where they're stored until I sit down and start fleshing them out.

And seeing that I've been pretty busy lately and don't plan on actually starting this novel till roughly the New Year (unless things settle down a bit before then), I'm thankful He's keeping me mindful of all the things going on around me.

Additionally, He keeps softening my heart. I've shared in the past with you (my readers) that I often succumb to a critical spirit, and it's been at the forefront of my mind the past couple of months. And in true Jesus fashion, He's been steadily eradicating those roots from my heart.

He's given me a grateful spirit, especially in light of the "hard" of leaving our church because He's blessed us with true friendships, several people we still see regularly who really live out the command to love God and love others. And in that, I find that I'm wanting to do the same in every aspect of my life, a prompting from the Holy Spirit that goes against my very human nature.

And when you think about it, it further fans those writing flames–the ability to empathize with another human, willingly standing in their shoes and seeing the world from their perspective. A notable skill when developing the spirit of characters who long to be loved.

So I keep praying because I know He's already written this story and is patiently waiting, in His perfect timing, as the words are strewn upon my heart and my hands ready themselves to write.