Get a burning passion in your gut. Start letting the world know what you’ve got to say is important! Believe that God put you on this earth for a reason. Your higher purpose is to make a difference by what you have to say.
David W. Anderson [Founder of Famous Dave’s BBQ]
Father, today we’re revisiting a continued request from yesterday. Again I ask for you to give those that struggle with confidence their voice. Speak peace to their tormented souls so they realize their life is important. Amen
All week-long I have asked God to teach me how to write. Writing well is such an essential part of communicating effectively. And I wish to communicate without feeling less than.
Well-any-who-how, a couple of days ago I felt guilty, again, for spending too much time on Facebook. So, today I prayed for the Lord to help me make better use of my time. He quickly answered my prayer! But what I didn’t know is that He was going to make this a treasure trove day full of blessings.
What seemed as meaningless chores became nothing but inspirational moments.
As I pulled weeds and grass from flowerbeds God was spiritually blessing me. He was giving me answers to questions I had long forgotten. I wanted to stop my gardening chores and run in the house to grab pen and paper to write what I had learned. But something within said, “Don’t stop! Keep going! Because if you stop you will not return. Set a goal and complete that goal.”
I did everything that was shouting from within and found my hour of gardening more refreshing for my soul than the long days I have worked in my yard.
But the motivational and inspirational blessings kept coming as I entered my home and proceeded to do housework. I would venture to write the greatest blessing for today was finding a little red book. I would have never found it had I not been rearranging books on the bookshelves. It was tucked underneath books I have meant to read for a year now. The titled “The Little Red Writing Book.”
I can only assume it was a college text for one of my sons. They seem to throw their books here and there once they’ve passed whatever class. I, however, seem to cherish books. So, I walk behind them picking up their discarded books and place them on my bookshelves.
I was happy to discover such a fine. I feel like the book was indeed sent to me by God. And He used one of my son’s to deliver it to me. His actions answered a prayer that lay deep within my subconscious for decades; as my wish was finally whispered a few days ago.
— Prayer —
Lord, thank you for my little red book. Please help me to understand its content. I will cherish it always.
Your Loving Daughter,