Too many things go unwritten and only forged in my head…. ideas, blog posts, letters, words of encouragement… Ideas too often do not leave my head to take flight in action but get lost in good intentions. I often wonder if there is any hope for a dreamer like me who wants to change the world.
New beginnings, hope… this has taken on new meaning as I have been teaching journaling classes at the Domestic Violence Shelter. Statistics say that women will leave their abuser 10-12 times before they finally leave for good, if they do at all.
Except for God. When God intervenes, the statistics have no power. I have seen the love of God drawing the hearts of two ladies in my class in ways that make their former lovers pale in comparison.
“I want to find my voice again” one of the ladies said as her expectation of the journaling class. I smiled and said that is my reason for doing this class to “give a voice to the voiceless”.
She is finding her voice and finding that she is a poet, not a victim.
Tonight they came with me to a big meeting here at YWAM and both could not contain their tears as they sang, “He washed me white as snow”. Just last night in class this woman told me that she feels like God has washed her clean. Now here is a song that is hers to sing. “I felt God tonight” she says and wants to know if she could study here at University of the Nations.
They are on the brink of new beginnings. There is a fresh page before them. A new life to live. A new song to sing in a rediscovered voice. Will they choose it? After dropping them off tonight my heart was full of expectation. God what are you saying? This song came on the radio as my answer. It is their song… it is mine… it is yours in Christ. Dream… write… speak it… be a voice… no one else can do it for you…
Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten