I have been feeling kind of bad lately, for never being able to write. I have been listening to moms complain about having their children home for summer. How they climb the walls and fight and complain about being bored. Except, around here, it’s a hotbed of vice ALL of the time. Summer, winter, spring, and fall. And for a brief second I thought, “If my kids were in school, would I have time to write?” And then it hit me.
I am writing. You are my letter.
This verse ran through my mind.
“You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everyone. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Corinthians 3:2-3
I may not be writing with ink, but I am writing in the Spirit. And I am writing on souls. Every day. How silly to think, even for a second, that I should want them to go away. That I should wish for a tablet, when I have so many hearts.
Thank you, Lord Jesus.