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Thursday, February 16, 2017

Am I a Christian author?

The best-selling Christian author knows God called her to write. He confirmed the call when her books became best-sellers.

The up-and-coming Christian author trusts God called her to write. He confirms the call with each increasing success.

The faith-filled Christian author believes God called her to write. She knows that if she acts on that gift of faith she'll receive even more than she's dreamed.

And me? I think God called me to write, because He made me this way. He gives me words that I love to put on the page. But does He give me dreams, or are they mistakes?

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

If I write words that nobody reads...

I used to read my Bible and listen to God while feeding the baby. I asked, "Why do you give me so much when I haven't got the time to pass anything on?" "Perhaps My words are a gift just for you."

The kids grew older. I read my Bible and wrote down the words I received. "Why do you give me so many words when nobody's going to read them?" "Perhaps they're a gift for one reader, and that's enough."

Then the kids grew up. I found a publisher. "Why do you give me  books when they won't sell?" And God won't tell. But perhaps that just means I should have listened closer to Him before.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

My attitudes

We were needy when our basement flooded; wet, on our knees, packing boxes of washed-out memories into the trash.

We were loved when friends from church and community gathered to help us out.

But now I hurt. Is it wrong to mourn lost memories... lost stuff... the stuff of my dreams... when I know so many others have lost so much more?

Monday, February 13, 2017

Beatitudes

Our pastor's take on the Beatitudes: Grace for the needy; kneel down and receive. Love for our service; stand up to give mercy and peace. Then hope for the hurting, for falling, then back to our knees. He calls it Christian aerobics.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Washed away words

Did God flood my basement to stop me wasting time writing? Did Satan flood it to stop me writing the things God called me to write? Or are flooded basements just life in a broken world?