- I
write because it's the natural overflow of who I
am, of my relationship with the Creator. As He
fills my life with His love, His peace, His
comfort I can't contain it for long.
- It
overflows because it comes from His inexhaustible
supply. I am a mere receptacle,
- a
jar of clay. The more I receive from Him the more
I have to give.
- It's
not what I do; it's who I am, a receptacle of His
love, dispensing that which has been poured
lavishly into me to fill the cup of another's
life. It's who I am; can a songbird be silent?
- Just
as a tree gives shade or water quenches thirst or
a blanket gives warmth,
- I've
simply allowed God to use me, as He chooses,
- to
fill a need in the human family.
- Like
a tiny but necessary thread, He has tenderly,
lovingly woven me into the fabric of humanity. I
write because... "my heart is overflowing
with a good theme; I recite my composition
concerning the King; my tongue is the pen of a
ready writer...
-
- I
will make Your name to be remembered in all
generations; therefore the people shall praise
You forever and ever." Psalm 45:1,17
"For in Him we live and move and
- have
our being, as also some of your own poets have
said,
- ‘For
we are His offspring.'" Acts 17:28
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