The Highest Compliment

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As a late bloomer in regards to writing, I am grateful for the encouragement to keep writing. Guest-blogging for a fellow writer is always a high honor, but not the highest compliment. Being asked by a friend, the editor of a quarterly magazine for a local newspaper, to submit an article is confirmation of my abilities. Seeing my name in print is still not the highest compliment. Retirees, needing a write-up on their volunteer activity, asked me to compose it. Their thank you was a gift card. Even being paid for my writing was not the highest compliment.

The highest compliment was my card propped up on a bedside table. I did not personally know this person who was a cancer patient in hospice. As part of the ministry Cancer Hope, I send cards with a message of Christ’s love. (Read my previous post on Cancer Hope.) I don’t remember what I wrote, but I know that the words were inspired by the Holy Spirit and prayed over before being mailed. After the woman died, I heard from a family member (in the ministry) that my card was near their loved one in her final days.

The highest compliment was that God chose me to write His words of comfort and to share His love. Evidence of the highest compliment was a simple homemade card that will be our special connection for all of eternity in heaven. Hearing God, being a vessel for God and touching lives will always be the highest compliment in my book.

2 Corinthians 4:7

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

Psalm 126:5

Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy. He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.

 

 

The Wake-up Call

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I woke up early and felt condemned. After typing in the username and password for my blog account, the website stated that my account was suspended. I searched for the answer to, “Why me?” The website not so subtly suggested that I may have violated the terms of service. I began to feel guilty. When I signed up, I had simply skimmed all the legal mumbo jumbo without taking the time to really study it. But surely, I am good enough for WordPress: a blogger that shares about life, faith and hope. What now? The only thing I could do was fill out the contact page and plead for mercy. I hit the submit button, not knowing for sure what would happen. Will a real being get my message? Will they care about my troubles? Fourteen hours later with hope waning, I tried to log in again, not expecting anything different from the previous twenty attempts. The computer hesitated, but then the screen refresh confirmed it. The suspension was gone. I had the access I desired. Aah… Restoration feels wonderful.

Epilogue:

Apparently, the suspension was nothing personal; a website glitch that has since been corrected. Regardless, it was a reminder that I may be the administrator of my blog, but in reality, I am not the one in control.

 

Psalm 126:1-3

When the LORD brought back the captives to Zion, we were like men who dreamed. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, “The LORD has done great things for them. The LORD has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy.” 

Proverbs 19:21

Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails.