I have scenes in my head. Scenes based upon stories I’ve been told. As I put fingers to keyboard, flesh these scenes out, I’m stepping into another’s shoes.
I’m stepping into a life not my own. Yet find it somehow eerily familiar…
What I find there surprises me: pity, and mercy. As I write the scenes encompassing the genesis of a man’s brokenness, I begin to see him in an entirely new light.
If these are the things he lived through, My God! It’s no wonder he did what he did, didn’t know how to play the man.
Pray for me, as this book project is taking me places that are not only uncomfortable, but aren’t at all where I expected.
I’m finding mercy and compassion for the man who most hurt me. And I’ve only just begun the book!
Who knows where it will go?
Pray I don’t resist the work of Jesus in this.
Have you ever shrunk back in fear from something you needed to do because you didn’t want to go there?