« Hell Week | Main | Undefiled Worship »

January 28, 2010



I know this girl. I've been this girl. And sometimes today, I am her again. Sometimes I've felt so full that I think I'll burst if I don't find release in writing it down. I'll grab a napkin, tear a corner off of a cup, write on my leg (or the leg sitting next to me!) if I need to and can't find proper paper to write it somewhere. And then, sometimes I feel all dried up. Like my saying is dry. I'm empty. There's nothing left in my cup. I hate that feeling. I like to "say." I love the emotion and full feeling of it that must be spilled. And like you said, even when not many others bother to stop and read it. :)

I somehow happened across your blog today and have already been blessed with what I've read that you have to share. I especially love the homeless shelter that you have been teaching in. God has recently opened doors and put me in different prisons to meet with those there and share in awe the wonder of Him.

May God be an ever growing fire inside you that no thing or nothing can dare quench or put out! Like Jeremiah, may His Word be like a fire in your heart, a fire shut up in your bones if you try to hold it in (Jer 20:9)!


Sharon, thanks so much for stopping by my blog! It sounds like we are kindred spirits and I look forward to going by your blog to look around as well...as soon as I'm done digging out! I live in the D.C. area and we have gotten almost 30 inches of snow in the last couple of days!!

Hope to talk to you again soon...God's blessings to you!

The comments to this entry are closed.