It feels as though every time I sit down at the computer to write, I have the same conversation with myself.
What is the point? What if all of the words that need to be written have already been written? What if all of the words that matter have already been spoken? In a world where everyone is shouting their thoughts and opinions into the wind of the internet and social media, how could my voice possibly matter?
It’s the same doubt that has plagued every person who has dared to be brave enough to step up to a blank page and pour out their soul to fill it: If there is nothing new under the sun, then why create?
That thought is usually enough to silence me; to keep my fingers from tapping out my heart on the keys.
But not today.
Today, I am going to change the conversation, because if the words that I have are not important, then Satan would not be fighting so hard to keep me silent.
Here is the truth: God is the only original Creator. He created all things from nothing, and he did it a very, very long time ago. He created by himself, through himself, for himself, so that all things would one day see and reflect His glory.
So for me, the act of writing will not be an act of creation. It will be an act of imitation. It will be an act of worship. It will be an act of fellowship.
I will write because God made me in His image, and the nearer I grow to Him, the more like Him I become. So I will write because the words are in me, somewhere, and I will not be able to rest until they’ve worked their way out of me. I will write because writing helps me feel connected to my Creator. I will write because it is hard and because I can do difficult things. I will write because it scares me and because I refuse to be cowed by fear.
I will write because God is worthy, because He is with me, and because I long to see Him accomplish the kind of work in my life that can only be explained by His power and presence.