Lord, it's hard to be humble
No, I'm not breaking into Mac Davis' 1974 hit song by that name. I'm just recognizing my ongoing struggle with the vice of pride....
The harvest is abundant but the laborers are few. Matthew 9:37
After participating in a Called and Gifted workshop series with the Catherine of Sienna Institute, I decided to explore my gift of writing. Never before had I viewed my skill as a gift from the Holy Spirit and, as I would learn, it is only a gift when it is shared. As a result, I started collecting the writings and am sharing them with you here.
I've been working to be more open to the prompting of the Holy Spirit. These posts are truly His work flowing through my pen onto paper. Yes, I write the old fashioned way and then transcribe them for this online environment. I am in awe every time I type because there is actually very little editing I have to do for a completed piece. There have been several times I have felt like I was taking dictation from God.
I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy co-creating them.
No, I'm not breaking into Mac Davis' 1974 hit song by that name. I'm just recognizing my ongoing struggle with the vice of pride....
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