January 22, 2022

Conversation between a Writer and the Lord

Lord, you cannot want me. I am nothing. I have been ill, and ill-equipped. I allow people to give me too many excuses. How can you want me? Who am I, Oh Lord? What are you calling me to do?

• Love me.

That’s all well and good, but what do I DO? How does this Love overflow to others?

• Creative Writing

Really?

• Of course. Tell the stories.

Who’s stories?

• No ones. The ones in your head.

Why?

• Do not ask why. Ask where.

Where, Lord?

• In books. On Creative Anthology. I will tell you more.

And what of coaching?

• What of it?

Why did you train me to be a life coach? Am I supposed to be working with women?

• Ask me not why. Nor whether you are to be working with women.

Why not? How can I know how to serve you?

• Serve me with your writing.

But my desire for women?! To help them?

• What of it?

Lord, it’s not about that. I could easily put it on hold if not for the money. What of the money?

• How much do you need?

$3,000 dollars a month.

• Very well.

That answer does not bring me peace.

• Why not?

Because I don’t see your how! And what if I am making up this conversation? What if you will not provide? Lord, I am scared.

• Scared is good. Do you trust me?

I am mad at you.

• Do you trust me?

My heart hurts!

• Do you trust me?

Dangit, yes I do! How can I not?

• Publish this.

This conversation? Why?

• Do not ask why. Ask where.

Where then?

• Creative Anthology

I have peace, my Lord. Thank you.