Sunday night, something powerful and unexpected happened while I was working on Book Four in the A Warrior’s Heart series — A Warrior’s Heart: The Promise.
I was writing what seemed like a simple scene. My character was surrounded by his closest friends — men who cared for him deeply — and yet he felt completely alone. It was that haunting kind of loneliness that only shows up when you’re in a room full of people who love you… but somehow, you still feel invisible.
As the words flowed, something inside me shifted. The air around me grew heavy and still. My chest tightened, and before I knew it, I was feeling what he was feeling. A hollow ache. A deep sadness. A cold, black emptiness that wrapped around me until I could hardly breathe.
It was horrible. I could barely type. The pain felt real — too real.
And yet… it was utterly fascinating.
Because as I sat there, trembling at my desk, I realized this emotion wasn’t coming from me. It was coming through me.
That’s when I knew — God was writing through me again.
This happens sometimes when I’m in deep creative flow. My conscious mind steps aside, and something sacred takes over. The words, the emotions, the sensations — they all pour through my heart and onto the page like a divine current. In those moments, I am not the author. I am the vessel.
Sunday night, I didn’t just describe loneliness. I became it.
It was painful, yes, but also holy — like walking through someone else’s suffering with the light of God in my hands. To feel what my character felt, to embody an emotion I’ve never personally lived, is both terrifying and miraculous.
When I finally stopped writing, I just sat there — drained, awe-struck, humbled. The loneliness faded, replaced by stillness and gratitude.
Because in that darkness, I felt the Divine move through me. I understood, once again, that as writers, we don’t just tell stories. We channel them. We give form to what the soul knows but the tongue cannot say.
And when we surrender fully — when we allow God to write through our hearts — we don’t just create stories.
We create healing.
We create connection.
We create truth.
Note:
This moment reminded me why I write. Each time I sit before the page, I open myself to something greater — something divine. A Warrior’s Heart: The Promise continues to surprise me, and sometimes, it humbles me to tears. My hope is that when you read it, you don’t just see the characters’ struggles… you feel them. Because through those moments of deep emotion, we remember that even in our darkest loneliness, we are never truly alone.
— L. Neil Thrussell
