I was thinking today about writing. I love it. I always
have. I love reading. I love all the shapes and sizes
the written word comes in: poems, letters, novels,
short stories, informative, entertaining, compelling etc...
I was also thinking about how I am only ok when my
circumstances are ok. That I'm happy if things are
going the way I want. If these are not so, my attitude
suffers, as do the people around me.
I imagined Paul. His life was full of pain and suffering.
He wrote most of the new testament and shared the
news of salvation for the gentiles (us).
If things were the way I want them,
I would have nothing to write and my faith would be
about an inch deep.
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