Who wrote this?

 In Godwriting™ workshops, the question inevitably comes up:

Is God writing this or am I?

And, yet, time after time, in the same words we use in everyday speech, there comes a powerfulness from Godwriting that our own speech and writing do not carry.

Jean Paul Satre said something like this:  "The troubles of the world come because we do not use a simple speech."

God uses a simple speech.

As we're Godwriting™, we may not feel that anything momentous is happening, yet later, when we read over what God whispered to us, we feel the power of it, the beauty of it, the love from it, the Truth of it, the engaging quality of it. We feel that God picked us up and moved us closer to him, maybe not a mile, but some, maybe even less than an inch, and yet we are moved.

I also tell how, in the past, I had some Godwritings™ where I wasn't certain who was writing the question! I couldn't tell for sure. Was it I? Was it God? The question and the answer were a mixed bag. I found this very exhilarating.

The other day I was writing an email to someone, and there were parts of my email that I couldn't help wondering: Am I writing this or is God? There was in particular one line that I believe turned into Godwriting. I loved the line, though I'm not altogether sure what it means, and I loved that, for a moment it seemed that God and I were merged.

The email was to someone who seemed to be waiting for life to appear. Of course, there is such a fine line between our going forward in life and controlling it. Certainly, we must take the bull by the horns, and yet we have to relinquish control. God is the Doer. And yet God is in us.

So many times I have said what this person said. He said: " Well, let's see what happens."

Anyway, this is what I wrote, and I bold the sentence that I can only imagine came from other than my little self:

You don’t wait any longer. You go for what you want with anticipation and courage. You run in front of what will come – knowing you don’t have to have it. You desire but are not attached.

Do not be testing the waters, dear friend. You are the waters.