The words they pour from my soul like water from a spigot, quenching the thirst of children on a hot summer’s day
. They can’t be contained. They burst from my pencil in anticipation of making marks on the clean white parchment.
Why does God give me this gift? What shall I do? What can I do but write…
You my God, are all that I am. I accept with an open heart all that you give to me. Thank you gracious God for this outpouring of love and affection within my soul. It is the life blood of all that I am. I want to fulfill the purpose of my life for your glory and honor.