You are writing the history of your life, today. Like a living letter read by everyone you encounter. People are reading what you’re writing – the unedited, unabridged version – in real time.

Is the author of your unfolding history still hoping to gain acceptance and favor from his Father? Is he afraid he’ll give out more than he’ll get, today? Is it all about him?
Or, are the pages of your history written by one confidently wearing the Name of his Father in Christ; a bona fide son or daughter with the ring, the robe, and the sandals? Does he know himself to be a holy one, chosen of God, and dearly loved? One who writes each word wishing to love and to honor his Savior, and to present Him as delightful, tender, and almighty? Indeed, to display Him just as He is.

No one can write like you. But everyone can read what you’re writing.
Imagine. A writer! Who knew?