I have never, ever been home alone on Christmas Eve. As the realization washed over me, a tiny ripple of feeling sorry for myself began to trickle into my heart.
But then, the Holy Spirit interrupted with an almost-audible whisper. “This is the perfect night to spend with Jesus.”
Jesus invited Peter, Andrew, James and John with these words, “Come, follow Me and I will make you fishers of men” (Matthew 4:18-22; Mark 1:16-20). Come join me in My Father’s work. Their response? They immediately left everything and followed Jesus.
“Come.” Come walk on the water with Me, Peter. And Peter did, but then he saw the waves and in fear, cried out, “Lord, save me!” And immediately Jesus stretched out His hand and caught him. (Matthew 14:28-29)
I went to a community college and took every writing class available; I joined a writer’s group; I attended writing workshops. I learned the mechanics of writing, but to add substance to my writing, I had to go to the Lord.