As I stare at the tiny flame in the red glass beside the tabernacle and I realize that I can’t write, I am not a writer…I am just an inept scribe, a scribbler of thoughts…thoughts God puts in my head. My job is to bring the pen and paper…to make some feeble attempt at recording the thoughts and feelings he puts in my head and heart. A busy summer has made me lax in my scribbling. I have not taken the time to sit down…get quiet…I have not taken the time to be alone with you Lord.
Give me the thoughts you want me to think,
Give me the knowledge to put them in ink.
Give me the wisdom to bring the pen,
And give me the heart to do it again.
Amen.
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