Trinity Writes

I was running low on stamina and realized I couldn’t run anymore. Exhausted by the chase, I finally paused to catch my breath. Only then did I begin to come to terms with my journey. I had resisted the call, convinced it was nothing more than a passing thought whose origin could be found within the walls of my imagination. I believed that my sound was not a necessary one. I was convinced I would merely be another voice in the crowd and my words would amount to nothing in the heart of the hearer. So I ran, away from the dream, away from the call, away from the gift. I thought I was being honest, genuine. Truthfully, I was afraid and too proud to admit it. By His grace, God has drawn me back to this creative expression, a first love if you will. He has re-gifted me the desire to pick up the pen. He has restored the faith needed to share my voice. I have no use of outcomes at this time. My sole desire is obedient creativity. I pray this will be the space where I, and all who choose to take the journey with me, find our voice in Christ and learn to share Him through the unique expression He has placed in us all.

Trinity Writes is the answer to the noiseless noise. It is a response to the raging doubt. It is the hopeful rebellion against fear. It is the sound of a free soul. It is the agreement to the call of Christ. It is me, Trinity. Yes, I write, and I’m glad you’re here.