It was brilliant the way God would speak to her when she would write. In her thought life, her thoughts could be moving in so many different directions, starting and stopping before coming to a conclusion. When she sat down to write, her thoughts were fluid and purposeful, on point and peaceful. She felt God heal her through the process of writing. Sometimes she encountered His presence. Other times she would complete a piece and wonder where the ideas had manifested from. There was no other way she could have uncovered the things she spoke of in her writing if she was just having a conversation with another person. And writing about her experiences somehow made her life seem so much more interesting. The more she wrote, the more she started to actually see herself and her life through the lens of a book. One where she really liked the main character, could really identify with her, wanted to be her closest friend and glean some wisdom from her. There was no rivalry, tension or misunderstanding. Just love and acceptance. It was as if writing had a way of helping her to see herself more clearly. Books have that unexplained power to transform the mundane things into something so much more interesting.
Tapping into God’s presence as she wrote was really the most brilliant thing of all. Like a gushing of light bursting through her lungs and heart, shining and vibrating in a way that also made her stop and feel how close He was. It was food for her soul.