How is the writer's life like hanging onto the back of a moving trash truck? Larry W. Timm shares a humorous story that will tickle your insides but also provides a good lesson for us in determination.
We can not do what God calls us to do unless we devote our hearts wholeheartedly to Him.
It only takes one swift word to ruin a writer. We must choose our written words carefully.
But the letters did not form words. There were no shoots or even one bud. They were gone. As if they'd be snatched away by the wind. I began to cry in dismay. Would anything come of this mission?
Are you in the trap of comparing yourself to others? How about your writing? How can we find joy in using our gifts when we are too busy trying to live up to the way others write and not to the potential of our own writing?
Are you so busy you don't feel you have time to stop and breathe? May I suggest that we all take some time to just sit and soak in Jesus? Even if you haven’t―or are not going to― decorate for Christmas take some time to be quiet with the Lord. Read His story about His birth.
So maybe today and this weekend we just breathe. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Asking God for the peace that knows no understanding. And maybe we just spend a little extra time loving on each other and hugging each other right now.
Feeling hopeless? Worthless? Your words seem to be dry bones in a graveyard? It is time for us to rise up. Let God breathe life into our spirit and our words.