The Joy of Writing

Even the witness of God’s love poured out at my fingertips — shaped into a poem or essay — lifts my soul and fills me with tears of joy. I know it is not mine, but His love that I behold, and I cannot get enough of it.

I could write all day in prayer — stories, poems, reflections — each word a prayer, drawn from the language God has woven into all creation. My prayer has become the reading of an unwritten Scripture: creation itself, read to me by the Spirit and transcribed through my hands.

What joy this is. What a witness. I could spend eternity watching this hidden Scripture illumine my soul and overflow from my heart.