seeing my brown-and-green-recycled-paper-notebook makes me want to write. no particular topic to write about, just write and write and write until my brain runs out of things to say. seeing my pen and twirling it between my fingers makes me want to write and write and write until the ink runs out of things to say.
last time i wrote in my brown-and-green-recycled-paper-notebook was yesterday, during the sermon. God speaking, "aren't you thankful that you are able and free to lead the worship service?"
yes, Lord, i am. i am grateful for the chance to serve You. i am grateful for times like this that i can just be free with You. and i pray, Lord, for our brothers and sisters who, unlike us, aren't free. who, despite wanting so badly to raise their hands and sing their praises, are bound by poverty, war, disease, hunger, discrimination, and other such things. Lord, may they find freedom in their hearts. May they know that no chain or difficulty can keep them from Your love.
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