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The short story of the writer...
A few years ago, my wife and I were in school writing college papers and reviewing each others. It helps to edit each others papers. Especially when you are like me and cannot spell and grammer is definitely not a strength. But we encouraged each other, with a little bit of friendly competition on paper grades (truthfully a lot), yet she always seemed to be a little bit ahead of me. Oh well, I chalk it up to her being super smart. An unfair advantage. As the years passed, I felt that I should try my hand at writing. I thought it would be some kind of science fiction or war novel or something like that. I had too many skeletons in the closet to be writing christian 'stuff'. I was a walking mausoleum. A nice male building on the outside full of bones and skeletons on the inside. There was just no way God would want or could use me to write anything of use. However, my beautiful bride kept telling me to try writing something. She believed that perhaps there was a writer inside of me that Father was waiting to bring forth. I kept putting it off and saying no...not me, I cannot do that. t I would continue to stand up to the evil one and write what is given to me.
I went on a Quest to find my heart again...and to find my Father. I found both. When I did, I also found that the voice that had been urging me to write was my Master's voice wanting to warn us to return to Him. I had been running from Him as Jonah did and so I was stripped bare. He took me to the wilderness on the Quest and He helped me break down the walls that I had been building and hiding behind for all those years. So now I have no excuses not to write what my Father tells me to. Except for my desire for my world not to change, for everything to stay the same; I want everything to remain within my comfort zone so that I can have all the blessing that my Father has loaned to me. Yet He has shown me there will be changes. And I procrastinated hoping that somehow not writing would make God change His plans. Dumb, Yes. Silly, also yes. I knew better, but I allowed the deceiver to convince me to try anyway. Couldn't hurt right? Wrong. I have repented my sin of laziness and slothfulness. I was showing weakness to our enemy. So I ask you who actually stop by and glance at this to pray for me, and pass this along to others that they would also pray for me tha