The Single Believer

This quill in my hand has taught me a valuable lesson.

You see before today I considered it a show piece, a bragging right and simply a way to describe myself to others.

“Aren’t you impressed that I’m a writer.”

So far from the truth.

So sad that it took this much time and correction for me to learn who and whose I really was.

You see this quill in my hand was never for me.

Never to be used for my glory.

God forbid “Lord, it will never happen again.”

“Please, Dear Lord, please return my pen…”

Father, I am humbled that you would use a nobody like me to minister and encourage your people.  I am humbled that you would choose me, anoint me and ordain me to speak what thus saith the Lord.  Tonight, after hearing your scribes, I am humbled to be included among them.  In awe that you who take the “least of these” and call them your own. 

After hearing a letter written by an Aunt who so beautifully heard from you I am grateful that each and everyone of “my babies” are healthy and fine.  Not one has been lost and for that I say “thank you.”  In my heart I desire to lay before you in worship.  But you said “write” and write I must.  So this is my word to you and my way of saying I don’t understand what you see in me.  How you chose me or why you continue to be merciful enough to use me.  Truly you take the least of these, those who were last and place them first.  You take the nobodies, the strange ones, the “black sheep” of the family and you clean us up.  Those of us who were polutted in our own blood.  When there was no one to care for us you came and saw us lying there.  You took us and cleaned us up and called us your own.  We are your prophets, your scribes, ministers and servants.  We are yours and for that I say “thank you”.

Thank you for giving me hope and a reason to live.  Thank you for requiring so much more of me than I ever though possible.  And for revealing in me gifts that I didn’t know I had.  Thank you for taking the least of these.  I am forever grateful.  Amen