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The Assignment of Your Life!

Bible pagesGod spoke a word and you were you.

God spoke another word and I was me.

God doesn’t waste breath.

As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:

We have our assignments.
Have you turned yours in yet?

Still working…
on the first draft? Revising? Editing?

Still researching…
waiting for just the right time?
the really write time to put pen to paper?

What is the assignment God has spoken in you?

so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
    It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
    and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. ~ Isaiah 55:10-11

God doesn’t leave blanks in the grade Book of Life.

Words and how we use them

Words, so useful, so plentiful, but oh, so dangerous, so deadly.
You, Sir, have given them to me as a gift. My life is but a word.
How will I use it?

    • To build up, not to tear down
    • To tell the story of what You’ve done in my life
    • To greet and get to know
    • To grow and to relate
    • To spellbind and entertain
    • To describe what’s  beautiful
    • To congratulate
    • To comprehend
    • To weave pattern and plot
    • To reflect and discover
    • To uphold what is good
    • To defend what is admirable and right
    • To expose what is disingenuous, hurtful or wrong
    • To celebrate and thank
    • To portray

      Let it be.

Love begets love

I know love when I am in its presence.

It smiles at me, holds me in its embrace, takes my hand and wants to show me. It asks me why, tells me when, wonders how. It thanks me and nods its approval. Love leaves me smiling.

Love begets love.

Ah, but I know its enemy, too.

Its face is grim, full of angst, disapproval, disgust. It pushes me away, takes my measure and comes to finish me off. It doesn’t ask, it tells. It doesn’t listen, it shouts. Evil leaves me frightened.

Evil begets evil.

Ah, but that’s how I know it. You do not belong here with me, in me. Go your own way.

I choose to love, to bring love to life, my life.

I know love when I am in its presence.

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