From the moment I started writing, I have asked the Lord to allow my writing to help at least one person. Then, when He blesses me to help one person, I ask Him to please give me just one more person to help. The gift of being able to help someone else is a great gift, and I am so incredibly grateful for every opportunity.
But I know my place. All I do is sit down in obedience, with the desire to help someone. God is the One who knows the words that will touch another heart. He is the One who puts the power behind the words. God can take a little and bless it abundantly. I love working with Him.
Writing and speaking and sitting with someone in the midst of their sorrow is a gift. Money nor awards can compare to the gift of helping someone else through their troubles or giving them a little glimpse of hope in the midst of darkness. Everything that God gives me to do is such a wonderful blessing.
I hope and pray as long as I live that my words will be used to help other people. I want to be the kind of person who lifts others up—instead of tearing them down. I want to look for the good in each and every person. I want to use my light to shine the way to the Lord. And each time that God uses me to help someone else, I pray that my soul desires to help just one more.
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