Why am I writing? Why has writing become such a fascination to me? In the past I have always considered writing a nuisance and of no real value. Besides I wasn’t any good at it…I have the proof…documented in a stack of report cards with my name on them. No grade higher than a D minus. According to each and every teacher I should have been summarily and ceremonially drummed out of the English speaking world, banished to a planet where they rub sticks together to start fires, grunt and draw on cave walls to communicate. In their opinion I should never be allowed to put pen to paper. What does this all mean? Why have I developed such an interest in writing at this late stage in life? Why do I feel the need to document my thoughts, to bear my soul to the reading world?
What is the lesson here? Why did it take a lifetime to discover these hidden treasures and dig them up...these blessings I never knew or realized I had.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for blessing me in so many ways…ways I have yet to discover or appreciate.
Thank you for making the impossible possible.
Thank you for such loving patience as I journey from my caveman spirituality to You.
Amen
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