I sit here at the computer wondering, why do I write? I wonder if the words I seek to put to page would find better purpose somewhere else.
My words – yes – always yes.
If I sit here and write only what I think will draw the most comments or the most visits then I write not for the One who gifts me with voice. I write only for me. These words, my words, will always fall empty to the page.
His come with a cost. They will always require more of me than mine will ever ask. Should it be any less?
The One who gave it all – his life a ransom for my soul, for my voice – requires a like bounty.
A life lived in the crucible where a heart burns white hot. It is there in the refining fire my words rise like dross and His voice is found.
May I never take these words lightly. May I never lose sight of the Voice-Giver.
“You can never set apart for God something that you desire
yourself to achieve for your own satisfaction.”
– Oswald Chambers