“You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.” ― Paul Simon
Nothing soothes or troubles the human heart like dipping our pen into the ink of our past. We will either stir up trouble that hides inside the forest of forgotten memories…or we will stir a song and a memory that sets our foot a-tappin’ and our heart a-dancin’.
If we stir up, in the bushes of regret, a nest of wasps with drawn swords, writing about them is the finest way I know to neutralize their venom and to rid yourself of their incessant buzzing. And when the pain of their threat eases, the ink that is left holds compassion in its flow, the perfect liquid for writing hope for recovery; ours and others.
Fear not the quiet for it has a language all its own. Under our initial jitters is bedrock, truth, and promise. Be still and know…because He remains God With Us.
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Thank you. I am preparing to sing for Sunday, when God Dips his love into my Heart. Listen to Hank Williams sing it. Those are the words from your devotional.