Faithwriters, what can I say. One of the most incredible blessings I have ever had. It showed up in the middle of the most chaotic times of my entire life. The pressure was on so strong I only had about two choices Ė go crazy or loose control and allow my already compulsive nature to indulge itself in addictive behaviors like gambling and who knows maybe even sex, although Iíd been celibate for over 20 years. So both choices were destructive. I believe I just found myself in the wrong company, but stuck there for the time being. All around me were heathens and false faiths.
Oh sure I tried to witness until I had to accept that I was literally casting pearls. Things were not working as they should. Church was not working as it should. It was lukewarm land where the mighty dollar was reigning supreme in the hearts of men instead of the Almighty God. I found myself in the midst of ďstrange childrenĒ who were exploiting me left and right. I'd obviously picked a bad time to be determined not to run. Or had the Lord planted me here for some purposes. I was beginning to slip and slide but praying incessantly.
For a while I did alright, but over a period of time I began to falter and weary of the getting back up process. Feeling I was outnumbered, my youthful vigor was slipping away. Feeling entangled, ensnared, messing up, canít breath, feeling sucked out from some force below. Nowhere else to go, no support. At moments turning on myself with condemnation. Iím in a battle for my soul, feeling pulled apart by heathens. Is this what aging is suppose to feel like? Surely something is wrong here. Will the Lord refine me in this furnace of affliction?
I was doing my best, but without love. My efforts to love those around me was obviously being perceived as weakness. I was beginning to tire and burn out on my old passion, music. So I began to paint with some success. I searched for ways to minister in the areas that I myself was slipping and sliding, assured that was the key to my own deliverance. Wanting so much for the Lord to be glorified even through my failures. Although having some success with that, I was still on shacky ground. I needed a hand to hold, a shoulder to lay my head on just for a moment. I needed to know someone was there for me. I know my Father loves me. He knows Iím struggling to stay afloat, Iím treading water.
And the tree of the field shall yield her fruit, and the earth shall yield her increase, and they shall be safe in their land, and shall know that I am the Lord, when I have broken the bands of their yoke, and delivered them out of the hand of those that served themselves of them.
And they shall no more be a prey to the heathen, neither shall the beast of the land devour them; but they shall dwell safely, and none shall make them afraid.
Faithwriters was a lifejacket to help me focus on a fresh passion that combined my love for God, His love for me, and a way to develop ministry and talent. As if that were not enough, even a way to reach people who could be helpful in promoting this new talent that had been lying dormant all along.
Unlike music, Iíd written many beautiful composition, but had no means to promote them. I had not the energy; it was not my area of expertise. Outside of an occasional recital I saw no way to market my music. I began to look upon it as something that might surface long after my demise. It was mostly sacred classical and mostly all scored. But I didnít have the strength or know-how to promote it. Occasionally I would try to get something published, but with no success.
Upon finding Faithwriters, by Godís grace, I began to pour out my thoughts in articles and poetry praising my Lord and Savior. I had more to say than I could have imagined. The response was instant and a steady flow of unexpected critiques of encouragement and appreciation began to flow in.
This alone was a great blessing for, as we know most writers donít get this kind of feedback from their craft. But more so because I was in need of affirmation as I was existing in what felt like ďscorn countyĒ. The whole design of Faithwriters was clearly an orchestration of the highest order to help Godís children like myself to survive turbulent times.
I was always disenchanted by what I felt were predominately secular and mostly in my opinion "mediocre of content" writings found in the public Libraries. One never really knew what they were getting or where it would take them. It got to be a risk I was not willing to take with my time and mind. I was having enough trouble focusing without planting seeds of mediocrity. I knew there had to be something better. I longed to exercise my mind with reading, but the material just was not there. So my Bible was my only source of extended reading for years.
But suddenly I realized that Faithwriters was not only a place to share my work, but even more gratifying it was a place that I could view the work of others who had something meaningful to say. Suddenly the quality of reading my soul longed for was available to me from people who love the Lord from all around the world.
These were people with the ability through our Lord, to say that which would comfort the heart and bless the soul. Who cares about typoís or if all the Iís werenít dotted and all the Tís werenít crossed. They were speaking from their own soulís experiences and offering hope to other children of the King to hold on. (At Faithwriters there were even resources available to polish up one's writing skills).
Suddenly the Lordís children were available in troops of writers who upon Godís instruction were speaking to each otherís hearts in support and love. The Calvary had arrived for me in these blessed souls. ďGreat is Thy faithfulness oh Lord unto me.Ē Thank you for your mercy and love Oh Glory Divine.
My deepest gratitude to the members of Faithwriters for your inspiring articles and poetry that is of the highest order. I particularly thank you for your affirmations of encouragement and blessings. Faithwriters has provided us a place to assemble in troops to answer the call of the weary, to comfort the lonely, to encourage those suffering and the list goes on and on. This is a divine order. I believe the work we do at Faithwriters will survive us as a legacy to future generations. Thank God for Faithwriters!
Deuteronomy 28:8/ 11-13
8/ The Lord shall command the blessing upon thee in thy storehouses, and in all that thou settest thine hand unto; ...
11/ And the Lord shall make thee plenteous in goods, in the fruit of thy body ...
12/ The Lord shall open unto thee his good treasure ...
13/ And the Lord shall make thee the head, and not the tail; and thou shalt be above only, and thou shalt not be beneath; ...