I am truly grateful for the opportunity to share with all of the followers of perfectly loved. Thank you for allowing me to share. This was truly a task but I am thankful because it has given me courage to not give up and to strive. I know that there is no coincidence in the matter.
Dry bones… because of this tremendous block I’ve began to think about dry bones. I never imagined myself to be any sort of writer but during a season of time that was all I did. I wrote over 100 pieces in about 3 months and even co authored a children’s book, which for me was like what the heck.
Then all of a sudden I went to write again had a great thought. Put my fingers to talk and nothing. I began to wonder what is happening. I knew that writing was healing for me and other people I chose to share it with. I knew it wasn’t my words because I had no interest in writing EVER!!! So now the writing has stopped and what use to be a free flowing well had dried up. What I was beginning to enjoy and love left me suddenly. Then one day I realized I wasn’t doing anything with the writings. I wasn’t sharing the gospel like I should. I wasn’t respecting the craft. I learned a long time ago what you starve dies and what you feed grows. I was starving a gift that was given to me because I was embarrassed.
Embarrassed that it wasn’t good enough.
Embarrassed if I made errors in the grammar.
Embarrassed to see what others truly thought.
So I only shared with a handful of people and always had a disclaimer about errors or it not making sense. Each person who I shared with would say things like you should start a devotional or you should post on fb or… however to me it wasn’t good enough. So much like a flame I snuffed it. I buried it I didn’t give life to it. I realize that what I was doing was starving the gift and because of that the gift died.
The craziest part is IT WASN’T MY WRITINGS. So in actuality I starved the words God had given me to share. Some of the things that came out were things I had never thought before and while actually writing or typing I had no idea what I was saying until I would read it a few hours later. It was all a blur to me as I was writing. I had never had to try and think about it. Thoughts would just drop in my spirit and I would start.
Okay fast forward to now, that was a lot of back story but dry bones is the message here. When you have a gift, talent, craft or knowledge work on it. Feed it as if it’s thanksgiving dinner as much as possible. Cultivate it and grow it. Once it dies it becomes very difficult to breathe life back into it. It’s possible of course because once it’s in you it’s in you, however, you are going to have to work on it and push through the difficult times.
It took me a long time to write this not because of a lack of wanting to or procrastinating it was a huge block and barrier for me. I had to get focused I had to get serious and I had to put in effort in a way that I had not done before. I believe I was challenged in this because I felt like I had lost my gifting and I truly gave up on it. However, when asked to share something I felt a strong desire that I couldn’t shake. I don’t think I could’ve said no even if I wanted to. Therefore to dry bones this is what I say to you:
Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. – Ezekiel 37:4-6
Dry bones can live again. Dry bones are not the end. Breathe life into the situation and you will began to see the bones tremble, you will see the tendons begin to attach to give it strength, you will witness the skin forming and lastly you will take that very deep breath that brings that very thing that was dead to life.