Dearest EL, God Supreme,
I want to be soft and ready ground. I know the seeds fell. I think I understand more clearly then I did before that the seeds where nudges to try to write. I am limited with my words but You are eloquent. It matters not if the books become a reality. They are real inside. It is time to put words to these thoughts every day. My day job is numbers and I have litte time to let my mind wonder. I ask for Your water and Your manna. I am here soft and damp after Your Rain-Blessings. I am listening for Your words.... I want to write.
always weak but Yours by Your Stength alone
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