![Journals, by trumpetvine, via Flickr
When my heart is soft & repentant I long to write. The words are like fire in my bones, aching to be put to legible form. When my fingers touch the keyboard the words flow almost effortlessly.
When my heart is hard, and I am hiding from God, the desire to write is muted. It lingers still, but I cannot formulate a clear thought, let alone transfer it to paper [read: cyber paper].
This is no coincidence.](http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krvz0t9S1p1qzzdazo1_500.jpg)
Journals, by trumpetvine, via Flickr
When my heart is soft & repentant I long to write. The words are like fire in my bones, aching to be put to legible form. When my fingers touch the keyboard the words flow almost effortlessly.
When my heart is hard, and I am hiding from God, the desire to write is muted. It lingers still, but I cannot formulate a clear thought, let alone transfer it to paper [read: cyber paper].
This is no coincidence.
