Write then.
Ten years old, in an English lesson, learning about a personal anthology. One of the tasks was to write a poem. I’m not sure if I’d written a poem previous to this lesson, but when I did, it opened up a whole new way of communicating. It was something I could naturally do; it was a gift.
Poems then became songs; being a music lover this was a natural progression. Occasionally I wrote poems for other people, or letters to encourage them. It was an outlet where I could express myself more eloquently than speaking.
Journaling then became the mainstay of my writing exploits; page upon page upon page upon page…
But now times have changed. Now there is an urgency. What have I been doing all these years keeping my writings personal and exclusive, for my eyes only? The best gifts are shared. Gifts are meant to be given.
Time is running out and now is the time.
He, Jesus, Yeshua, God’s only, my Lord, my Saviour. He’s coming back for a pure and spotless Bride. I’ve read the end of the book; He’s coming back soon!
So I’m getting ready. Weddings need a lot of preparation. There’s work to be done and I’m doing what I know to do; sharing what I’ve learned over the years. I wasn’t keeping it hidden away for selfish reasons; it was being kept, for such a time as this.
Change is a coming. It’s time to TURN AND TRUST.
TURN AND TRUST 