I never wanted to be a teacher. A teacher is held to a higher standard. A teacher must be careful what she teaches. It is not something taken lightly. I don’t trust myself.
I am a writer. The Teacher teaches. A writer teaches what is taught. I trust Him to write the truth in my heart.
Then the Lord reached out His hand and touched my mouth and said to me, “Now, I have put My words in your mouth. (Isaiah 1:9)
I didn’t want the responsibility – I didn’t want to be held accountable. But, a call is a call. For years I second-guessed myself, but He would repeatedly fill me with His teaching and I had no choice but to write. I write cautiously and I speak prayerfully. I take great care in writing. I trust it will be delivered to the place marked out for it.
The Lord said to me, “You have seen correctly, for I am watching to see that My word is fulfilled. (Isaiah 1:12)
I know. I know He is watching. The words I write I always speak out loud. These are honest and true words spoken. They are captured from a yielded heart and sent out like so many arrows. I pray they will pierce the receptive heart and shatter the hardened one. A shattered heart hurts. A receptive heart rejoices.
I am a writer. The Teacher teaches. A writer teaches what is taught. I trust Him to write the truth in my heart.
I am a fool to think everything will run smoothly and I will find no opposition. This is a spiritual battle. What battle has no enemy? The words written down stamp the truth down hard.
This reality screams for recognition, but the world hides in busyness and pleasure. Ear buds shut out God. Who stops to think? Who stands still to know Him?
My people have committed two sins: they have forsaken Me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water. (Isaiah 2:13)
The spring of living water comes. We grasp hold to take it in joy, but let it slip through our fingers. We’re surprised by our thirst and complain from our emptiness. It is one thing to be without water, but it is another to let that water drain from cracked vessels. Both the water and the vessel must be the Lord’s.
We think we can do as we please without consequences. Is He really watching?
We live in a world of death and destruction. Israel is being assaulted and journalists are beheaded. Our economy is on shaky ground. We have homeless people and people-less homes. Our justice system can’t handle the load at their doorstep. Pornography, human trafficking and abortion bring billions of dollars into the hands of those who scoff at God. We don’t remember what right looks like and suffer for it.
“Have you not brought this on yourselves by forsaking the Lord your God when He led you in the way...Your wickedness will punish you; your backsliding will rebuke you. Consider then and realize how evil and bitter it is for you when you forsake the Lord your God and have no awe of Me.” Declares the Lord Almighty. (Isaiah 2:17 and 19)
I am a writer. The Teacher teaches. A writer teaches what is taught. I trust Him to write the truth in my heart.
The problem laid bare in word – His Word. The point is the world is unlovely, but He loves the unlovely and gave Himself for it. A high price for someone He calls precious in His sight. He has not given up on us. He wants to be known and is the only one who can save us from ourselves. Without God we all perish.
Oh how we need an awakening. Oh how we need a shaking. Will someone please throw away the ear buds?
In the silence of my soul I see the truth. The solution is as simple as moving - moving in the right direction. He has a place prepared for us, a place of grace – a place of peace. He is the one who knows us, sees us and captures our yielded heart in His hands. He will pour living water into our soul and we will never thirst again.
Jesus said to him, “Today salvation has come to this house…For the Son of Man came to seek and save the lost. (Luke 19:9a-10)
I am a writer. I trust Him. The Teacher teaches. The Teacher teaches the truth.
