The Heart of a Poet, Volume 1, 2nd Letter

Written by Angela M. Riddick and edited by Grace Brown. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.

If you have visited often enough, (which I hope you have) you will notice a theme – I don’t recall a great deal from my childhood. Even though I have often wondered what kind of childhood I had and considered hypnosis, I have come to the conclusion, this is how I am wired; I keep short accounts. And I am told; I had a normal childhood – thank goodness.

It’s April 23, 2014 at 5:54 am (yes, you are reading this a few month’s later) and I was just flooded with a memory of my living sister and I traveling up a hill to attend church when I must have been about 12 and she likely 9 years old. It is funny how God allowed me to remember that as if it were yesterday. What is poignant about this memory as I thought about it on this present day is where we were going — to church.

Just last night, I called her to see how she was feeling and we began to talk about studying the Word of God; she, who is Reverend Gail and currently in seminary, gave me recommendations on some studies I could do to go deeper into God’s Word.

She answered God’s call to preach a few years back and I more recently in 2012 (although I am still getting used to being called to spread the gospel – yikes! To His Glory)

The memory of us as children, going to church on that day is one of very, very few memories I have with my only living sister. In this early morning moment with God, I was washed over with emotional tears at how God was preparing us even then and we did not have a clue.

Real talk: when He calls you, ANSWER, because He has been preparing you all along for the plans He has which He tells us in Jeremiah 29:11. And just as importantly, in Revelation 3:16 NLT, He cautions us to not be “lukewarm” with our belief because the consequences are deadly – “But since you are like lukewarm water, neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of my mouth.”

From my heart to yours, draw the line in the sand and open the door to God so He can come into your heart and help you be who He purposed you to be. He’s waiting on you to get out of your way.  Ubuntu