-
- I
write because, when I leave this weary world to
step into eternity, my words will be left behind,
words of life, of hope, of encouragement. I write
because there's someone, somewhere who's
- lonely
or hurting and unconsoled; there's someone out
there who's hungry and cold;
- someone
to whom truth was never told. God, let me be a
tree, a glass of water,
- a
blanket for someone, somewhere.
- Lord,
let me be one of those You send, to comfort them
to be their friend. Ignite a fire within my
- heart,
that Your love to them I may impart. I write
because I have a seed to plant.
- I
don't know where the wind will carry it or what
it will grow to be.
- I
simply know that I need only plant the seed.
- For
the Creator will water and nurture it and it will
bring forth fruit in it's season.
- How
marvelous what God can do with the tiny seed I
faithfully plant.
- Perhaps
it will be a rose to add beauty to the garden of
life, or an oak to give shade
- to
a weary traveler, or a fruit to nourish a hungry
heart.
- Best
of all, is if the seed that I plant births a
seeking heart, a searching desire in the reader
to find
- the
One who gave the seed. For He has the words of
eternal life, and if my words should cause
someone to seek the Word, He will give to that
one the ultimate,
- Himself,
the Word made flesh.
- Perhaps
that's why I need to choose my words carefully,
thoughtfully; for who knows when someone,
somewhere might be hanging on a word. Lord, take
that word that I have written
- and
let it be a stepping stone to heaven...
 
 
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