I Want to Write . . .

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Here’s the thing.  I have nothing to write about.  No particular topic jumped out at me today or piqued my interest.  All I know is I had nothing to say, but the urge in me to write wouldn’t let go.  I wanted to write something . . .

With the dawning of that thought I realized when God puts a gift, a seed of talent in you, whether you feel particularly inspired or not, the gift in you demands to be heard, noticed, and shared with the world.

It’s just like that.  In each of us there dwells the possibilities that He knows you can do something with it.  This is God we are talking about.  He knows our down sitting and our uprising.  He knows our thoughts afar off (Psalm 139:2), and He most definitely knows what dwells in your inner most being because He placed it there.  

You, my friend, are the soil to His good gift and it must grow.  It demands it.  It wants to poke its head through the surface that has been keeping it dark and hidden to experience the day with the sun shining on it.  Buried it dies and becomes unprofitable.  Allowed to break through it becomes more than you ever dreamed it could be.  It flowers.  From that flower comes more seed that will produce more offspring, if you will, of the same gift.  

Don’t let moments of the uninspired make you believe you have noting there.  It’s in you!  Let it grow!  Therefore, I write . . .

What passion is burning inside from the gift He placed in you?  What will you do with it?  Let it grow and watch the possibilities come to life.  

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