Three hours on an uncomfortable chair.
Three hours with the uncomfortable realization that I'd lost my first love.
But it was also three hours in the presence of a loving, almighty, merciful God . . . the God who sent his son first, then the Holy Spirit, to empower us to do his work. Make that:
EMPOWER
That was my biggest take-away last night--a reminder of who God is. The King of Kings and Lord of Lords gives us supernatural power to do the work he's called us to do. We are connected to God the Father. Make that:
CONNECTED
I don't need to sweat out Chapter 8 (it's a tough one). I need to pray and give it to God. This book is his--not mine. I'm the scribe, or maybe an empty tube of a pen in need of spiritual ink. Frankly, I'm a lousy writer and a fairly good editor. No wonder I've been tired, dragging, and a little burned out. Like the Little Engine that Could, I've been chugging along in my own strength, writing this book to a schedule, pushing myself at the day job, and juggling some family/health things.
Go! Go! Go!
Do! Do! Do!
And all the time, God's been whispering, "Pray about it, Child." Make that:
PRAY
This isn't the first time I've been around this mountain. It probably won't be the last, but for now I'm back on track. The Little Engine That Could is taking on fresh coal today.
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