There are days we lose sight of the path, lose focus, get distracted by the lesser things that take us away from the adventure of our hearts with God. It is a struggle most days, to write here, on these spaces He’s given, isn’t it?
But we write because He gives us a message we can’t keep to ourselves. We write because we see Him better, more clearly, when we do it. We write because it is an act of obedience and an act of surrendering—even when there doesn’t seem to be a scrap of time to find between the job and the dishes and the kids and the schoolwork.
We write because forming words to His truth in our heart makes us think beyond the small space in front of us. We see deeper, our hearts expanded wide–open to imagine all the possibilities He has for these words of ours.
We write for an outcome we seldom—and may never—fully see.
And that’s hard.
But that’s okay.
We type on these screens, determined to not keep these thoughts of ours tucked away hidden, in journals, even though we could. We write for the broken and the voices that would otherwise not be heard. We write for His vision in us stretched out, a map laid flat, curling just at the edges, right before us. We write when we can’t discern what’s ahead, but we know, without doubt, that He can.
We write to claim His glory, His spirit within us. We write to remind ourselves Whose we are, and to whisper truth to sisters who sometimes forget Whose they are, too. We write to remember the light yoke that bears the weight, the arm around us, the Guide who navigates our clear way home. We are His lights upon the hill that stay lit, ablaze with hope and beginning.
We write to guide each other through the course when we grow weary and the rocks over which we stumble tempt us to give up and lay down our heads. We write because He is the one courageous, He is the one before us. He is the one on whom we lean so that when we tire, He lifts our heads and we rise.
We write because we believe He sees us in our fullness and we write to sing our song: we are each loud and fierce and courageous and beautiful, a wonder to behold in His name.
We write to pick up our cross and follow Him. We write united, our words blending, reaching for Him, our fingers to keyboard the muscles we use to pick up His word and fight, heart awake and stirred, ready to go where He says.
We write because we are sisters. We write because we are friends.
We write because we are His girls who stand by His side, our words His love and encouragement and strength in His name. We write, swords up, eyes straight ahead, until our Captain says yield.
Keep going, girls. Let’s write.