I've come a long way. I've known times of joy, times of heartache, times of want, times of need. Ive loved unconditionally, generated happiness....all for the greater good that God intended. Still, there's no escaping broken pieces, the fragments that resurface time and time again....why? Because of wrong choices made...by others. I will continue to pick myself up and continue to re-build. The spirit within me says I must.....for my daughters, for my grandchildren. While others made life-altering choices to harm and humiliate and their cold-hearted and sick actions re-visit innocent hearts of those I love...My story of Faith will encourage and inspire them.... there is no defeat in Christ Jesus.
I haven't decided what I'll be writing about or if I'll follow a theme. I am making a commitment to write or at least share a thought, a quote, a scripture for the next 31 days. Something positive to brighten your day. Hope you'll stop by!!
Blessings on your day!
Thursday, January 25, 2018
God is doing something wonderful in the deep places of my heart.
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.
