One day, whilst recovering from the latest administration of chemo, I lay on my bed struggling to make sense of life. I tried to read my Bible, but thoughts crowded out the words. Eventually, I reached for my journal, picked up a pen, and wrote to the Lord. “How long is this going to go on, Lord? I feel so alone and afraid. What does the future hold for me?”
Into my mind came more words, and I continued to write. “You cannot see your future. It hasn’t happened yet. You can only see what is given to you to see. I will show you all you need to know in good time. Trust me with your future. I am already there.”
I lay back, puzzled. These were not my words. I sensed that the Lord had spoken to me. With a sense of excitement, I wrote another question. More words came to mind. I wrote them down as fast as I could.
My feelings of aloneness faded as I held a dialogue on paper with the Lord. A few minutes later, refreshed and encouraged, I rested on my pillow, and slept. The future was God’s problem, not mine.
Is this surprising to you? Does it sound occult or off-beam? Why? If God can speak to us through the written word, and if He can speak to us through circumstances, why can’t He speak to us through our own writing? If you haven’t tried this, I urge you to do so. You may be amazed and encouraged by the words you write.