There are days when the act of writing — finding the right words and making them do what you want them to — can feel a lot like trying to get water from a rock.

It’s almost as if it’s against the very nature and essence of the faculty to do what you are trying to get it to do.

Fortunately we serve a God who can do just that. He brought water out of a rock for the children of Israel and He still does it today.

This total act of grace on His part — bringing goodness from the most unlikely and improbable places — is a comfort to me not only as a writer but maybe more importantly as a man.

Most days, in the workplace and out in the world in general, I feel powerless — so much so that the very idea I might make some kind of meaningful difference, one that has some bearing on eternity, just seems absurd. And it’s easy to get cynical.

But what I have to remind myself is that it’s not about me or any power or ability that I might possess.

If my God is able to bring water from a rock then He is perfectly capable of changing my heart of stone, altering its very essence so that good can flow forth and bless others.

That power comes from Him and Him alone. It’s my job to believe that, and in doing so, trust that He will do it.