Sometimes, I just want to write
Without worrying if it’s right or not.
Would you believe I’ve found a place that offers me that kind of grace?
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
So I will join others and write unabashedly
for five minutes time.
Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone:
It feels like a rash you can’t reach. You itch and squirm and beg for release…relief from the weight of it all.
I spent years trying to deny that it held any validity. No, it was too big. It wasn’t meant for me.
But I couldn’t shake it. My excuses ran dry. And one day, I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
So I told Him I would accept the gift He had been trying to give me all along.
And today I claim it.
This is my story. My song.
I pray you hear it loud and clear. That praise rings vibrant. Can you hear the harmony? Do you see who sings the melody?
I’m His. and He’s mine. Everything worth anything within me comes from Him. And when my heart is quiet, you will hear it whisper:
May my words speak Your name. Not mine.
May my writing be so that the author is forgotten,
But what is remembered is You.
For it’s all about You. Let it remain so.
I am but a vessel.
Nothing more than a piece of clay.
Nothing less than a masterpiece.
Only You know the plan for my life. Let that be enough.
And when people stop by, may they see who made me.
May Your style resonate so that my face is forgotten.
For all they see is You.
I cannot think of a greater legacy
Than that which leaves Your fingerprints
On everything I’ve left behind.
Lord, make me unknown.
Known only to You.
And while You’re at it,
Can You make me okay with that, too?
NOTE: I wrote that prayer and have had it memorized for awhile now. I wasn’t able to type it all out in the five minutes allowed. If you’d like to see all of it, you may find it here.
How about you? What story has He given you? What’s your song? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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