Blank pages

Sometimes I think of a phrase or concept that I want to write about. I type the title or a brief description, but the words don’t come. Saved to draft, these thoughts sit waiting for a day when I can get back to them and fill in the words around the ideas jotted there. Sometimes that day comes. Often it doesn’t.

It surprises me when I open a draft, like I did tonight, and find only a title. The thought is still there, but the words still escape me, more of a mental image than something, sometimes, that can be put into words someone else could understand. Yet every time I open a draft like that, that image comes back, clear as ever, to my mind. It just doesn’t translate into written words well.

We all have blank pages in our lives. Words left unspoken, things left undone. We know they are there, but it can be so difficult to find exactly the right way to express those things in a way that we know others will understand. Yet even in their unspokenness, there is expression.

God doesn’t often have the opportunity to work with a blank page. We’ve taken our lives, written our own stories, and then handed them to the master author for editing or proofing. When He offers to discuss it with us, to assist in authoring the greatest story possible, we decline the invitation. We lack the skill, we don’t have the knowledge. The blank page frightens us, but it doesn’t scare God. To Him, the page isn’t truly blank. His story is written into the very fibers of the page. We just need a little help to see it.


About thrugracealone

I'm a country girl raised city. I prefer open windows to AC, love a good thunderstorm, and enjoy hearing the owls and seeing lightning bugs. A bit old-fashioned, maybe, I can recognize many trees by name, resent elms and weeds, wish for a large garden and canning skills, and hope someday to downsize and get a few acres in the country. I am blessed with a terrific church, a good job, a sturdy house, two cats and a yard full of strawberries and mulberries in the right season. Some of my other favorite things to do are spoiling nieces and nephews, reading, swimming, biking, long walks, and blogging, of course. One of my favorite stories is creation. My abbreviated version goes like this: 1In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2Now the earth wasa formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters... And God moved... And God said... And it was very good. If God can speak to darkness, to an earth without form and void, and make something like this that we see everyday, and make it very good (and it was even better before the Fall!), He will surely make something wonderful out of the dark, void situations I sometimes find myself in. He has, and it's been very good. Two top posts: Can a Person Lose their Salvation? Baptism!

Posted on July 29, 2011, in Meandering thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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