She sat staring at the blinking cursor.
It meant so much to her. So much.
She'd struggled with feeling empty, feeling like nothing. But she'd been told she was something. That she was someone.
God created her. The Almighty power had formed her, made her, claimed her. She was His. A child of the King of kings. She was His daughter and He'd called her beautiful. His princess.
But voices crowded her mind: she was so flawed. Weak, useless, powerless, failing, falling.
She felt it was because of her faults she'd be hurt, attacked, used, left abandoned... all of it scarring her with more abuse. More marks. More dents. More reason for more pain.
Would it ever end? She felt it would never end.
But to her- LOVE, He did send.
He was what healed her, shielded her. He was her protection that never left! He was always there... always there.
Jesus, He took her marks. He took her dents. He took her pain.
Oh, what an awesome Father- exalt His Name! To Hime be glory! To Him be all fame...
She- WE- so undeserving... still given a gift. He offers the gift.
Peace, joy, grace, mercy, love- LIFE. Eternity. EVERYTHING.
He gives it. Our loving Father gives it ALL.
He is ALL.
She sat staring at the blinking cursor.
It meant so much to her. So much.
He'd given her EVERYTHING. He'd given her it ALL.
And she'd received from Him instruction: to go forth and share His life-giving power. Bring all the FAME TO HIS NAME.
Let EVERY ear hear.
She- we- must speak it.
Let EVERY eye see.
She- we- must shine His light so brightly that it can't be missed.
She knew her instruction.
And she knew the passion He'd placed in her heart: writing.
So, she sat staring at the blinking cursor.
It meant so much to her. So much.
So much did she want to bring her Father glory.
So much did she want to liver her days giving Him praise.
So much did she want to join Him, past the pearly gates... to hear the words "Well done, my good and faithful servant".
So much.
So she began to write.
For Jesus, the Christ, the Savior!
For the Teacher, Leader, Shepherd!
For the Amazing Grace!
For the Prince of peace!
For the Lord of all lords!
For the Maker, the Creator!
For the Father.
For our Father.
For our KING.
For Him, she wrote.
Do it for Him.
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