BRAVE {5 Minute Friday}

 To my precious readers… Today,  I linked with others at The Gypsy Mama , who prompts writers with a word. Today it is BRAVE. Then we have just 5 minutes to let the words flow from our hearts, unedited and unhindered. So here is my 5 minutes worth…


But although the temptation is ever present to write from the motivation of what may please someone, if I give in, then I will run the risk of not pleasing the One, and that, I am not brave enough to do.

 

It does matter to me who reads, because as the eyes of each individual skim the words, I pray they touch the soul, and draw a heart closer to His. But what matters more is if the One doesn’t read. These words are an offering and He has the choice to reject. If the offering I offer really isn’t a sacrifice that pleases Him, or that was wrought with an impure heart, it is an offering not worthy of Him.

 

There may be thousands that pass me by, but I pray His eye always find me as He looks to and fro across the earth seeking whose heart is completely His… I pray He sees me and I receive the promise of His STRONG support.

 

If I choose to please man I forfeit His pleasure, and His pleasure and His joy in me is my strength, it is the air I inspire, the inhaling of life, the wind in my sails… His delight in me.

That really is all that matters to me. Any other ambition leaves me empty.

 

So here I pour out, my whole heart with the WHY ever before me. Even if I never see any real fruit or harvest from my small place on the world wide web, I pray as I scatter these seeds for Him and sow in tears that SOULS will come to His kingdom, that Prodigal hearts will find their way back to a gracious God, that mamas crumbling under the weight will find the Burden Lifter and their Joy in Him, that young people will read my story and find their value and worth in Him.

 

Even if I do not know where this road will lead. This is why I write here, BRAVELY afraid. These words are seeds. I can plant and others can water, but God causes the growth. I pray the harvest will be great, even if I never know or see it, but for His glory, for His love for me and His love for every foot that walks the face of this earth today and everyday after. All for Him.



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Michele-Lyn Ault
2017

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