The Writer Who Waited for When
February 8, 2026
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An aspiring writer sat waiting for signs from above, For perfect directions, for proof of God’s love. But faith doesn’t wait till the map is
An aspiring writer sat waiting for signs from above, For perfect directions, for proof of God’s love. But faith doesn’t wait till the map is
We see one thread, all tangled tight, But God sees patterns shining bright. The back looks messy—knots and flaws, But flip it and behold …
Prayer is more than saying, “Please.” It tunes our hearts and bends our knees. It’s where our “stubborn will” lets go, And love learns what
The Israelites were quick to yearn For comfort in their past return. They missed the meals their chains supplied, Forgetting what those meals had denied.
When Heaven’s voice seems far away, And prayers repeat with no replay, Perhaps he’s said what we should do— To act with love, staying kind
Some things in life come with a guide, Yet pride says, “No worries. I’ll decide.” We think we’ll learn if we explore, But soon we’re
There once was a man with remarkable might, Who fought in the dark and conquered by light. He stumbled and fell when his heart was
When life feels like circles that spin you around, And joy takes a nap while confusion is found, Don’t chase every feeling that comes and
I feel something stirring deep down inside, A warmth that I sense, but I can’t quite decide. Is it a thought? A dream? A breeze
There’s a runner inside you, a jumper, a sprinter, Training you in the spring, fall, summer and winter— Not running for ribbons or medals or
If you want to write stories that sparkle and shine, Don’t rush every moment—make silence your sign. For silence grows sentences, steady and true, It
We spread the Good News as God has designed, As messengers chosen with purpose aligned. Some travel the country. Some teach in one place, All