“Just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. For five minutes flat.”
There’s a story I want to tell. My story. From six long years ago. But it’s a story of failure and shame and deceit and lies and a broken marriage. And it’s hard to talk about. But I know I need to share my story and I feel the fear shutting me down every time. But God has bigger plans. I know it, I feel it. He won’t let me go. He never lets me go. He has this plan and he’s going to do what he always does. Makes beautiful things out of us. He takes the worst of us and makes it the best of us. Even kicking and screaming and wanting to forget it all. He never lets us forget how he saved us from ourselves. How without him we’d screw it all up over and over. And it reminds us to stay close. Stay away. Stay submitted. Surrendered. Redemption of our sin does more for us than perfection ever will. So how can I say no? How can refuse the Maker when he’s wanting to make something? I am only a vessel, a piece of clay to be molded. I must remember this. And write.