The other day, I read one of my poems to Lee, and it made me cry. I told him, “I WROTE this, and it’s making me cry!” It blew me away, but that has happened in the past. I’ll be proofreading and will cry, laugh, etc. It’s funny. But the other day, I was sharing this with someone, and their response wasn’t so funny.
After telling this person how the poem made me cry, he said, “That’s because God wrote it.” That’s a common response, and I don’t agree with it.
Many times, I’ve heard people say to God, “Take all of me. I want all of you,” but there are parts that He wants us to have. I realize God writes through me, but I’m in there, too. Otherwise, all writings would be the same, all worship songs would be the same, all worship dances would be the same, etc. There’s a part of me mixed with God in communion with God that makes it possible for Him to move through me.
Each one of us is unique, lived our own lives, learned our own lessons, made our own choices, and God works with those things to reveal His Glory. He uses it for His Good.
Part of the reason I write poems about selling one’s body is because I’ve been there. I’ve experienced the thoughts before, during, after. I’ve experienced the uncomfortable feeling as I was introduced to church people, the feeling of filth, dirt, do-they-even-know thoughts.
Someone raised in love, in the church may not be able to write a poem that reaches women who used to sell their body or who used to give it away for free. And someone raised in the church releases something else of God mixed with themselves that I can’t do. God leaves us as unique individuals, so we can reach other unique individuals.
I love how we are all one body and all unique at the same time. The only One we should ever compare ourselves to is God: are we becoming love; do we look like Him; do we speak like Him; do we act like Him; do we listen like Him; do we love like Him. I’m glad He writes through me, and I’m glad I write through Him.