It is the Lord your God you must follow, and him you must revere. Keep his commands and obey him; serve him and hold fast to him.
Deuteronomy 13:4 (NIV)
When I began writing, I relied upon God to grant me the words. Only then would I write. I start with scripture to remain grounded, to ensure my message stays connected, to ensure that my message is bigger than me. (To ensure that it isn’t about me). When words won’t come, I cannot force them. It never comes out right. You see, they aren’t my words. I believe the words are a gift I must share. So when I’ve got nothing to say, I don’t.
Lately, the conversation online has been around the writers inclination to become distracted by traffic (or the lack thereof), page views (or the lack thereof), the number of followers or FB likes we receive (or long for). I am human. I covet (there, I said it). But, since I can’t make traffic, and since I cannot interfere with the Will of God, I have learned (I am learning) to be patient. I don’t like being patient, but I am clear that God’s Will is larger than what I like. His Plans are better and I’m bound to follow them. It does not mean I don’t occasionally wander away from His Path, but He does always gently bring me back.
|When you've got nothing |
to say, you should be silent.
CLICK AND TWEET SOME ENCOURAGEMENT
I have a file of concepts, sentences, and half-written posts that were me, just me. Sometimes I am able to prayerfully return to those starts and try again. Mostly, the file is a reminder that I am merely a vessel, nothing without Him. I am grateful for the reminder. When you've got nothing to say, you should be silent.
In this year, in this season, I have prayed for greater intentionality. I have a friend who is using silence to draw nigh, and I don’t think this is a bad thing. I am being intentional about what to say, and when to say nothing. In a week where there has been so much noise, I am choosing silence. I have nothing to say.
When I have nothing to say (write), I pray and say (write) nothing. I call girlfriends, wrestle with my dog, spend time with my beloved or the kids, go for a run, or play Word with Friends. Then I pray again, and thank God for the lesson I learned from my parents so many years ago--measure twice, cut once. When you have been silent, you can choose to speak. But when you’ve used words, words that may only be yours, well, when you have nothing to say…