I desire to create stirring words of the heart, a symphony of thought that resonates in women’s lives.
But every right word is a struggle for me.
I am hampered by an invisible checklist in my head, a silent countdown (to what, I don’t know), that ticks loudly how woefully behind I am in doing anything well.
I type banal words instead, frustrated that of the tens of thousands of English words available to me, I am held hostage by a few hundred, trapped by my inability to convey true meaning. (Please, tell me I’m not the only one.) .
But even if I could write a perfect symphony every time that soared beyond all others and moved every woman who read it, if I’m doing it to be noticed, what would I accomplish but the elevation of my own vanity?
Saint Paul said it best, “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.” 1 Corinthians 13:1
To create is in all of us. Whether writing, building, painting, crafting, singing. We can’t help it. It’s a God-given urge. .
But when we mingle that urge with our own desire for greatness, we destroy the joy of performing our simple ditty out love for God and others and look at the eloquent arias of our sisters with envy or berate our own gifts as not good enough. “For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work.” James 3:16
My friends, it is the spirit in which we create that matters.
Because all our words, our accomplishments, our successes—however hard-fought and exquisitely framed—will one day dissolve into embers of a heavenly scroll, but God’s word will endure for eternity.
Ahh, the word of the Lord! Now here are words that move us, music that brings tears to the eyes and goosebumps to the flesh! His word gives us life and meaning and every good thing we need for godliness. A true stirring of the heart that endures.