Write Me

When we are not willing to sit in the dim light of unknowing, but race around the seemingly small room looking frantically for the door, we miss the pen of God, coming to meet us, ready to write something profound on our hearts.  He is willing to reveal mysteries if we will just hold still a while to receive them, to transform us if we will give Him the space.  The reason it seems to happen in the places we fear, is that His pen is piercing and we mistake it for a weapon.