For when the words write themselves. On me.

NE Cross“I go to prepare a place,” He said.

Sometimes that place is within driving distance.

A quiet retreat center near Omaha, in this case. The drive a three-day journey.

Each mile a wearing down of the callouses that had grown around me. Each passing exit an invitation to lay down another layer. The ones that had been added to my spirit so slowly and subtlety, I had no sense of how many it would take before the numbness wore off. Nor how exposed the long-neglected feels would become.

“Come away with me,” He whispered, “and let me show you the story of your life.”

The words wrapping around me in hugs. In song. In conversation. In scripture. In nature. In laughter. In tears. In silence.

Abundance. Peace. Blessing. Faithfulness. Grace.

A feast of words I was unaware of my hunger for.

Until I came open. Exposed. Turned inside out.

I went to a writer’s conference and didn’t write a thing.

For I was the canvas, not the pen.


Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who hosts a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. Because our Big God shows himself in the most amazing small ways.#smallwonder

9 thoughts on “For when the words write themselves. On me.

  1. What a gift that you chose to make that journey. I’m excited to see the ways in which God’s words continue to be written out in your life.
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  2. Beth,
    Wow…this: “I was the canvas and not the pen.” Grateful we met 🙂 And I loved reading how God met you and blessed you 🙂
    Dolly@Soulstops recently posted…Let Grace Begin Series-1My Profile

  3. Beth what a great to wrap up what God did! A work written on your heart.

  4. Beautiful! I love reading about everyone’s experiences last weekend. I didn’t write a thing there or for days and it felt so freeing to simply be in place where the spirit was invited to move freely.

  5. You were such a gift to me Beth. God used you to confirm a message He was speaking to me as well. –And this: “For I was the canvas, not the pen.” Wow!!!!

    You are beautiful. Grateful to read the words He inscribed on your soul.

  6. Carol Longenecker Hiestand

    Beth. I lived the last couple lines I went to a writers retreat and didn’t write a thing. I was the canvas not the pen. I think you wrote that for me maybe as well. I am glad we met

  7. What a wonderful experience you must have had…as the canvas, not the pen. Sometimes we all need this, don’t we? To be spoken to, instead of doing the speaking…to learn, instead of teach…to be filled with the loving gifts from someone else, instead of doing the giving. So thankful you were able to get away and be refreshed, sweet friend. 🙂 God bless you!
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  8. Sharon

    Beth, you have such a way of capturing emotions with your words. I don’t just read them – I *feel* them! This was a beautiful story, and I felt the precious freedom of your journey. Sometimes we don’t have words – and that is when the Lord *writes* His words upon us.



  9. Beautiful post! I need to get more into “writers’ conferences” or workshops or something…I’ll have to check with our local community college!! The support and encouragement on FB is great too, though!

    Thanks for sharing! I love getting away for retreats – sometimes I do craft retreats and return home exhausted, but having created and fellowshipped and been with other crafters…but those I attend at our Camp and Conference Center; those that are spiritual and peaceful and beautiful settings and worshipful…those are the ones I return from that are hard to forget!!
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