The Holy Spirit: Author of Scripture

"First of all you must understand this, that no prophecy of scripture is a matter of one's own interpretation, because no prophecy ever came by the impulse of man, but men moved by the Holy Spirit spoken from God." - John Piper

WOW. Think about that. Powerful stuff. I've been praying for God to inspire my writing, my poetry, my words. I expected this to happen right away. I even wrote an earlier post on it. And so I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Nothing.

No word from Him.

Nothing.

And so

I threw a pity party. Poor, poor me. Cue the violin music. Turn it up. Louder. Louder!

Ahhhh, now it's a REAL party.

And so

I sulked.

And dropped more pity on poor little me.

And then

He spoke to me. And this is what He said.

"Robyn, you are not listening to Me. You're so consumed with self pity that you don't SEE what's in front of you. Have a seat in front of your computer. Now type Psalm 138:3."

 "In the day when I cried out, You answered me, and made me bold with strength in my soul."

I was ashamed. He reminded me of all He's done in my life. How could I forget so easily? All I could do was sob at His feet.

My writing? I'm writing poetry and revising the middle grade. I have just cut 160 words from a picture book.

And so

I will never forget the day of my awakening. The day when I really understood that He listens and cares even about the little things. Like the day last week when my Mac's battery passed away. :-) I was worried I'd lost everything. The computer would not turn on. I was told it should as long as it was hooked to the charger. The battery arrives today (the 13th here in America). I'm not concerned. I know He has this. I learned a valuable lesson. He cares about our words. If it matters to us, it matters to the Great Author of the universe.

I started this post with the words, First of all you must understand this.

I end with the words, know He listens to your smallest concerns. He cares about your writing. He really does. Make Him proud. I know I intend to. No more pity party. (Well, maybe not.) *wink*

My heart talked with the Maker

of life

My eyes saw what my soul

cried to see

A prayer had been answered

but not

no not

as I dreamed it should be.

The God of Heaven

came down

And with Radiant glory

He spoke to me.

(Rhyme not intended.)

Have you ever experienced what I did? Please tell me in the comments.

Love you all,

Your honorary Aussie friend.

P.S. I never put my photo up. I might break Blogger.