So I as His creation create…
Stories that I can not take credit for, for God my Father has always held my pen. He, being the perfect Creator has been writing out my chapters since the beginning of time so that at the end of each story I create could end with the hashtag #metoo.
And so I as His creation create….
Stories written through the lens of the emptiness that lived in me before knowing my Creator personally.
An emptiness so wide and deep that no human could ever find me there. And even if they tried they’d get lost.
Like a carnival fun house with mirrors reflecting distorted images, halls of never ending mazes and echoing sounds of eerie voices. This emptiness held no truth, no path, no peace.
My former friend named Confusion, is a companion to many who I create stories for, And I could end each story with the hashtag #metoo.
And so I as His creation create…
Stories through the filter of a thirsty spirit, with dehydration brought on by broken promises, lost dreams and false hope.
For I too was once a binge drinker of bad fuel Like many others who periodically crashed.
I searched for a refreshing living water I knew nothing of and a happily ever after story.
My former friend named, Broken Heart is a companion to many who I create stories for. And I could end each story with the hashtag #metoo.
And so I as His creation create…
Stories that become ladders that climb over walls to reach those guarded hearts who can’t trust because they were sold out for exploitation by the very people who were supposed to protect them.
Treating shameful events like regretful tattoos, carefully choosing their masks and costumes to hide what they don’t want others to see.
My former friend named Shame, is a companion to many who I create stories for. And I could end each story with the hashtag #metoo.
And so I as His creation create…
Stories that invite the confused, broken-hearted and shamed to experience spiritual healing and restoration from my Creator. As I pen the words that speak about promises and dreams that are secured providentially and a different kind of hope encased in a Love that never fails.
My stories bring sips of living water to the thirsty and point to a path of life filled with the abundant love from the Son of my Creator.
My new friend, named Jesus Christ desires to be a companion to the many who I create stories for.
And I could end each story with hashtag #metoo
