"Go now, write it on a tablet for them, inscribe it on a scroll, that for the days to come it may be an everlasting witness."
Isaiah 30:8
Like bats in a cave, themes and titles of unwritten stories flutter their wings in my mind but are unable to take flight out onto the blank pages that lie before me. The entrance is blocked by the world with boulders of worries and questions, doubt and shame, and weak faith and trust. They are workers trapped in a mine, languishing in darkness and desiring to be released into the brilliance of the Light above.
But the words must wait to be rescued by the One who will bring them forth from their prison. I can not give them life if the life I choose for them is my own. They must be freed by the Spirit of Truth; sovereign in their originality, and divine in their intended purpose. It is only then that the words that swirl around the prison of my mind will finally take flight.
In order for the words to gain freedom, I must wait for the empty well to be filled with the heavenly ink that will never fade from eternity’s pages. In handwritten form, they will pour forth divinely inspired speech. God will be their Author. Truth will be their content. And as they are given life and seen by the eyes of those brought here, there will be found within them a message of hope and an everlasting and unbreakable promise to all those who believe the words.
