I Don’t Know

question out of boxI’ve been struggling to write this post because I understand only an inkling of what is taking place at this time, with no grasp of what’s in store down the road.  It all comes down to this simple, overriding fact: I don’t know.

Rather than attempting to clarify for you what I don’t know (Isn’t that silly, anyway?) and why it matters, I prefer to say only that I will not be posting more on this blog for the time being (however long that may be.)  I don’t know all the reasons why.  I only know this is what I am to do . . . for now.

In this place of admitting I don’t know – to myself, the Lord, and you – there is a sense of freedom I haven’t experienced before.  That false sense of responsibility to know the answers is a heavy weight not meant for us to carry.

Will I ever write here again?  I don’t know today.   What I rely on today is the trustworthiness of Jesus and His Spirit of grace to reveal more of Himself to me each day, leading me by His Spirit in showing His love to others, as well.  That’s what I know today.

For all those other as-yet unanswered and even unasked questions, with joy and freedom I declare:  I don’t know those answers, but I know the One who does – Jesus Christ!

The Brain is Full

I’m not out of pocket this week – just out of brain.  I’m attending my first-ever writer’s conference, and am drinking in all the information I can.  By the end of the day’s multiple classes and keynote sessions, my brain has so much floating around in it there’s not much sense to come from it.

For right now, let me just say God continues to amaze me with how He keeps leading me into greater freedom from things that have hounded, hindered, and harassed me for many years.  For instance, when I read the Bible or hear a message in which the Lord gives me a specific revelation, I immediately begin to write about it in my mind.  I have apologized to God about this repeatedly, for it seemed like I was only looking for material to write, though I truly did receive for myself.

But God!  Here I am, at a writer’s conference with more than 350 other writers, and one of our own gives many humorous examples of how we are a “weird” group because of this very thing.  It’s part of the writer’s God-given DNA.  We’re all like this.  It turns out I’m not alone in this at all!  Now I can go forward in greater freedom in His chosen path for me.  Thank You, Jesus!