Well guys, I have the writing bug. In order to rid one's self there is only one solution: write it out.
I want to praise the Lord. I want to declare His goodness, His faithfulness, and His love.
I want to spread these words through the nations.
I want to show these actions that the world may know who He is.
And yet, will they hear?
Will their hearts be softened?
Jesus said to pray that the Father would send out more workers to the harvest. The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Sometimes I am disinclined to believe that.
Pray more.
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