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Why I write?
I write because I want people to encounter Jesus: on the written page, with each arching letter formed by the pen; and even in between the lines. In the air, as sound waves resonate in awakening minds. Minds that process pure truth, pure love being shared and deliver the cues straight to the heart.
I want the words–each word I release–to bring hope to those without, healing to those broken, and deliverance to those bound. God has made me to be a freedom writer. By His Spirit, I will write.
My vision is growing; dim at first, but already the blaze has engulfed much of what I once wanted to be. I will likely die a writer never recognized by the masses as such; but, and this is key, I will die a writer. It is what my Father created me to be.
I take this given talent, all of it, and in the most sincere way I know how–I want to give it out. Through me, through these words I master and fumble, pray and plea, may my Creator be glorified.
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There was no help for Him as He hung on the cross. Heaven backed away from Him, earth despised and mocked Him, hell beneath wanted to tear Him into unrecognizable shreds, but He maintained control until He took His final breath.
He cried out to heaven, even though He should have felt betrayed. He refused to get bitter; He stayed in Love. He cried out at the earth and she opened up her belly and spit out the souls of her captives; He stayed in Authority. He cried out at the temple and the impassible veil gave eternal way to the cry of His voice; He stayed in Power.
He cried out at the deep and her keys were handed to Him without contestation; He stayed in Dominion. All the while He was hanging on the cross. The very ones He was crying out for heard only the cry of a common criminal asking for a drink to quench His thirst.
May God give us ears to hear, eyes to see.
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He spoke and the Power of HIS Words left me speechless. I find no reply. The universe answers HIS call; what could I possibly say?
The stars dazzle, the sun blazes, the planets swirl; day turns to night & night to day.
The sun never goes down. The seas roar, sea monsters splash about, the winds blow, the clouds form, and then empty themselves on the earth. The earth quakes and trembles, the jungle is alive with beasts and trees and miniscule life forms. The desert sands travel, blown about by the wind, the heat burns. Bees pollinate, flowers blossom, dew settles, apple trees bud.
He spoke, and the universe responded. The great and the small, the seen and unseen, strong and the weak, the precious and the vile, solid and fluid, all responding with one collective voice. Giving worship to the Almighty after the purpose for which they were made.
My feeble unharmonious voice I lift up, and to this He responds. With so much going on at one time; at all times, He responds to me. He talks to me like I’m all that matters, never mind that I’m not in sync with the rest of creation; I’m going to be.
Fully synchronized, I stand in dominion; but only in the Power of Love
