(Sorry for being a sloppy writer! This will be my last post before we hit tomorrow to Florida. I should return with my craziness by next week.)
And when the seven thunders spoke, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven say, "Seal up what the seven thunders have said and do not write it down."(Revelation 10:4, NIV)
While pausing in my blogging, I am still active writing songs and trying to play the piano. I am doing well on my grades, all As and one B, obviously, in Musicianship. I’m keeping an inventory of what I write, and it’s growing by the minutes. Simple things give even the slightest meaning to a song. I look for worship; I love for it, I seek to it, not because I deserve it, but because it is my duty.
Allow me to leave slight narcissism away. I lost my binder by utter carelessness. (You must be aware at this point that I leave stuff periodically in many distinct places.) This gave me a reason to write (and another admonishment from my uncle and mother of being more careful). Another thing: when I hear my dad yelp about America and wanting to go back to Puerto Rico (I don’t blame him), I take a pencil, notebook and paper, and start writing. Even more, there is potential material for writing, just as long as I can get my hands on a Bible and a verse I’ve been thinking of writing something up!
This, as you see, is pure irony. Writing about Jesus has become my staple and my passion, and I do not want to let that dwindle, not even in the craziest means! On one side, writing is a gift; as such, it should not go to waste; on another, am I exaggerating on writing too much?
What are the specifics of a writeaholic? When it’s the time that God says, “Do not write, it is not time yet?” Daniel was instructed to close the book, but what about John? He was instructed not only what to write, but also when to write. It’s so amazing that even God leads our steps, our consciences and our freedom. Maybe God will show me when to write, when not. For now, I’ll just enjoy writing worship to heart.
And when the seven thunders spoke, I was about to write; but I heard a voice from heaven say, "Seal up what the seven thunders have said and do not write it down."(Revelation 10:4, NIV)
While pausing in my blogging, I am still active writing songs and trying to play the piano. I am doing well on my grades, all As and one B, obviously, in Musicianship. I’m keeping an inventory of what I write, and it’s growing by the minutes. Simple things give even the slightest meaning to a song. I look for worship; I love for it, I seek to it, not because I deserve it, but because it is my duty.
Allow me to leave slight narcissism away. I lost my binder by utter carelessness. (You must be aware at this point that I leave stuff periodically in many distinct places.) This gave me a reason to write (and another admonishment from my uncle and mother of being more careful). Another thing: when I hear my dad yelp about America and wanting to go back to Puerto Rico (I don’t blame him), I take a pencil, notebook and paper, and start writing. Even more, there is potential material for writing, just as long as I can get my hands on a Bible and a verse I’ve been thinking of writing something up!
This, as you see, is pure irony. Writing about Jesus has become my staple and my passion, and I do not want to let that dwindle, not even in the craziest means! On one side, writing is a gift; as such, it should not go to waste; on another, am I exaggerating on writing too much?
What are the specifics of a writeaholic? When it’s the time that God says, “Do not write, it is not time yet?” Daniel was instructed to close the book, but what about John? He was instructed not only what to write, but also when to write. It’s so amazing that even God leads our steps, our consciences and our freedom. Maybe God will show me when to write, when not. For now, I’ll just enjoy writing worship to heart.
