There once was a little girl...
with a battered heart.
She was told by the first love of her life...
that she was unwanted.
Her Daddy's silence made her cry. His words made her broken.
Then one day she was given an old typewriter...
and when she placed her fingers on the dusty keys, her heart settled.
Words came from her finger tips that her lips couldn't process.
Her poems cryptically told of hidden abuse.
Tears often smeared her little girl masterpieces.
Years passed... her fingers stilled, her heart grew cold, her lips cursed God.
But there were other people busy at their keyboards... pouring out inspired messages.
Messages that would one day reach her- in deep places- places long ago hidden away. Messages that told her she didn't have to be a child of a broken parent. She could be a child of God. She was wanted.
She is me.
Jesus used their striked keys to produce words- messages- books- Bible studies- keys that unlocked me, released me, held me, exposed me, and helped put me together again.
And then my fingers found their way back... and dared to strike a key or two or ten thousand. Letters became words. Words became chapters. Chapters became books. And somehow others were unlocked, held, exposed and helped.
Every one of us has words inside that were never meant to just rumble about, hidden away. They are meant to be shared. Given. Released. Spoken. Written.
And that's what each of you do on your blogs everyday. In the most amazing way, you are reaching and helping and teaching and filling other's lives. Thank you. You are all champions.
Like I said yesterday, my heart aches to be able to give each friend who stepped out and entered the contest a scholarship. But since my kids would prefer to still be able to eat this month, I better stick to the plan. I can only be a part of one person's "how I got to She Speaks" stories.
And that person is... Karla from Looking Towards Heaven.
For everyone else, please remember what Jesus called Himself--- "The Way."
He's not only our way to eternity, He is our way through life as well. And I am convinced, no matter what your circumstances are right now, if you know you are supposed to get to She Speaks- He will be your way.
with a battered heart.
She was told by the first love of her life...
that she was unwanted.
Her Daddy's silence made her cry. His words made her broken.
Then one day she was given an old typewriter...
and when she placed her fingers on the dusty keys, her heart settled.
Words came from her finger tips that her lips couldn't process.
Her poems cryptically told of hidden abuse.
Tears often smeared her little girl masterpieces.
Years passed... her fingers stilled, her heart grew cold, her lips cursed God.
But there were other people busy at their keyboards... pouring out inspired messages.
Messages that would one day reach her- in deep places- places long ago hidden away. Messages that told her she didn't have to be a child of a broken parent. She could be a child of God. She was wanted.
She is me.
Jesus used their striked keys to produce words- messages- books- Bible studies- keys that unlocked me, released me, held me, exposed me, and helped put me together again.
And then my fingers found their way back... and dared to strike a key or two or ten thousand. Letters became words. Words became chapters. Chapters became books. And somehow others were unlocked, held, exposed and helped.
Every one of us has words inside that were never meant to just rumble about, hidden away. They are meant to be shared. Given. Released. Spoken. Written.
And that's what each of you do on your blogs everyday. In the most amazing way, you are reaching and helping and teaching and filling other's lives. Thank you. You are all champions.
Like I said yesterday, my heart aches to be able to give each friend who stepped out and entered the contest a scholarship. But since my kids would prefer to still be able to eat this month, I better stick to the plan. I can only be a part of one person's "how I got to She Speaks" stories.
And that person is... Karla from Looking Towards Heaven.
For everyone else, please remember what Jesus called Himself--- "The Way."
He's not only our way to eternity, He is our way through life as well. And I am convinced, no matter what your circumstances are right now, if you know you are supposed to get to She Speaks- He will be your way.
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