January 2014
Early on in my writing adventure, I embraced the concept that if I have breath in me, then I have God given moments to share, to write about. It can be something of little significance or something monumental; a joyful event or one that stirs up a bad memory or hurtful situation. Regardless of its nature, the underlying hope is it might dish up a mighty serving of encouragement or inspiration to another.
I admit, in all my human-ness, there have been times when the little
voices in my head tell me I’ve run out of things to write, stories to share. My little brain becomes so muddled by the
groans and murmurs of everyday life, writing is close to nil.
God has used such times to discipline and grow me, both as a
writer and a woman in dire need of a Savior. A reminder to myself that reaching others
comes through His call on my life and there is nothing I can do more of or less
of that will thwart His purpose. God reveals to me things I might otherwise be blind. I write to
bring glory to God; to be a witness to HIS unfailing mercy and love.
While pen has rested quietly on the table, prayers for direction, diligence, courage rise up. In His perfect timing and with move of the hand, words spill onto a page; not always intended for a wide audience, not always for publication or distribution.......simple words.......reaching into another heart…in need of a Savior.
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins
to live that day.
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just begins
to live that day.
Emily Dickinson
1 comment:
You have such a gift, Donna!
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