September 20, 2024
Sometimes, when the noise of the day quiets down, I find the words coming—not from me, really, but from a place far deeper. The Holy Spirit, God’s own presence, stirs inside me, giving breath to thoughts I can’t explain on my own. Writing isn’t just something I do; it’s a gift He pours out when I’m willing to listen.
When I’m stuck or unsure, I don’t push harder. Instead, I turn to Him—the Ruach HaKodesh, the Spirit of God—and ask for help. That quiet voice inside, the One who knows my heart better than I do, gives me clarity and peace. It’s not about being perfect or clever; it’s about being honest and faithful to the message He wants shared.
These words are more than my own stories. They carry His love, hope, and grace—threads woven through every sentence. When I write about struggles, joys, or redemption, it’s to remind myself and others that God is with us in every part of life’s journey. We’re never truly alone, even when it feels like it.
So I write with a thankful heart, knowing I’m just a vessel—nothing more. Each time I sit down, I pray the Spirit will guide my hand and my thoughts. Because ultimately, it’s His work, not mine.
Thanks for stopping by and reading what God has helped me put down. I hope it blesses you as much as it’s blessed me.