Are You Kidding Me!?

Those five years of moving around broke me of my so-called independence big time. I was on a short leash but with each move the leash got a little bit longer and by the time I returned to Georgia I was totally dependent on Him. I learned, the hard way I might add, that I can trust Him and also learned that He keeps His promises.

In two of the states I lived I was giving testimonies and I had a women’s support group once again. Upon returning to Georgia and a totally new location and church I was leading a support group and after a short time He changed my direction. My ministry was changing and new gifts of the Spirit was being manifested within me. But that’s a different story.

Relaxing outside on my patio while listening to the birds and watching the squirrels and a chipmunk I named Charlie I’m hit with, “Are you ready to write a book?” Had I been in the house I would have yelled, but instead I exclaimed, “Are you kidding me!? I don’t know how to write any book! And what in the world would I even write about?”

Okay, call me nuts if you want, but I heard Him chuckle and say, “You’ll see.” There is no question in my mind that the Lord has a wonderful sense of humor and I’m sure He calls the angels to gather around and tells them, “Watch this!” and then drops the bomb on me and has great pleasure in watching my reaction.

“Okay, Lord, but you have to write it because I sure don’t know how!” “I’ll help you,” was His reply. And He did!

Gathering up a legal pad, pencil, and a large glass of ice water I sit down at the little glass table on the patio and pray. I give Him all authority over what is written and ask the Holy Spirit to write what He wants written. I also ask that all spirits of darkness be barred from interfering, influencing, or calling for reinforcements and to move my soul aside so I don’t interfere or influence what He wants written. It is His book, for His glory, not mine! I still pray before ever beginning to write an article or a book!

Taking a deep breath and picking up the pencil, the words begin to flow. When I notice a misspelled word or want to scribble something out He directs me to “just write and we’ll edit it later.” So that’s what I do.

The story is unfolding and I have to admit that even now I eat, sleep, and breathe what I’m writing about. Most times I write at night, and yes, many times until 3:00, 4:00 in the morning, so I have no distractions. I wouldn’t recommend that but many times that’s where you’ll find me typing.

Stay tuned, more to come.


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