It has been years since I last posted anything. Years since I blogged. Stretches of time where life unfolded and my words found expression in other ways. One could say I had buried that side of me.

Kate’s prompt this week did not ignite me with motivation. “Bury”. The word sounds gloomy and despondent. I could only conjure images of burials, gravesides and sad farewells. Ironically, inspiration was buried by the very prompt that was meant to help me write.

But I woke up this morning with a very strong urge (thank you Holy Spirit) to read through some of this week’s FMF posts. Almost an hour later and I had read through them all. Each writer had given expression to the same prompt in different ways and in doing so, awakened something in me that had long been quiet. Their words brought joy, sometimes laughter and moments of reflection. They brought a kind of rest I did not know was missing, gently coaxing neglected embers into a slow return of warmth.

As I close this freewrite, the lyrics of a favourite song hum through my mind; both worship and prayer to God to unearth buried treasures for His will.

So make me Your vessel
Make me an offering
Make me whatever You want me to be
God, I came here with nothing
But all You have given me
Jesus, bring new wine out of me
(New Wine by Hillsong and Brooke Ligertwood)

 

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