Words--Day 40

I must admit, it is an honor to be told my words are an inspiration. I try not to be prideful, but it does help my spiritual ego to be told that my words remind someone "to acknowledge the Lord's work in a sunset." It's wonderful to hear from a chaplain that my "words are very inspiring" or from a new friend that my words have "touched [their] heart". To me it really means something to have someone read a post of mine which leads them into more thoughts. Thoughts as wondrous as:

"i don't understand why the soul suddenly weeps bitter tears, but perhaps souls remember sometimes, where they come from. a place where ultimate beauty reigns."

are inspirational and thought-provoking to me as well. I don't know if it's true or not, but to have helped that thought along is great. To be told that

"I can say that you have moved my heart and inspired me in a way that no one else has outside of Christ himself."

is awesome. I can't help, being who I am, but wonder of the hyperbole in the statement, but just to have someone say that really means a lot to me.

To me, it means God is working through us all so that each of us can become better people, think better thoughts, go out of our way to do special things, and to just treat each of our brothers and sisters with the same kindness that we enjoy feeling ourselves. Pastor Don brought up many ways to show love and each one will move the giver and the recipient in a different way. Kind words, like those above, are signs of God's love. An earnest "How are you?" to someone who looks like they may not be doing well today is another.

I have been inspired by God through the special heart and special mind he has given me. I had an epiphany a few weeks ago, later that day enforced by Beth Moore (a coincidental experience that was awesome in itself). I felt I was brought up like I was and had the childhood I had to become the man I am today. If that hadn't caused me to be such an emotional person, I would not have been able to express myself that wondrous night exactly 2 months ago today (I just noticed that right now. Isn't that something?) I would have held back in an attempt to not get emotional. I would not have been able to feel the power of God's love to the extreme that I did. Unfortunately, or fortunately, however you want to look at it, I didn't feel I could accurately express the beauty of that night in spoken words. I told Kim and I told Adam and I didn't get the feeling that either really knew how much that night meant to me. Hence, my first post on this blog, and the rest is two months worth of history. Pastor Don, during his sermon this last Sunday, said that each of listening could think of someone who helped our faith in Jesus Christ because someone else took time to invest in each of us. I thought of Adam and the initial conversation we had before everything on this blog started. Kim told me she thought of me. I was touched and honored. It's great to know she is neither behind be or in front of me in our walk with God.

She is right next to me.

Thank you all for your kind words and the love you have shown me by taking the time out of your day to express those words. Give glory to God for allowing you to do so as I try to do. Thank you, Jesus.

Amen