It is times like these that I must write. I must write. Because when God moves in my life as He has moved in the last 12 hours then who am I not to write? It is such a simple thing to me, thanks to God, to write these words in a time such as this.

What a God we have at our beck and call. Yes, our beck and call. He is there whether we want Him to be or not. Right now, instructing with silence and specific purpose calling my fingers to hunt and peck these keys. It is He who calls out these words for me to share with someone I don't even know or with whom I may never make contact. Contact, in the physical word, in any way for these words to spread upon the Internet; an Internet He designed before the computer was ever even a flash in some mere man's thought.

Yes, someone I may never come in physical contact with, God has silently but loudly, gently and harshly pushed me to reach out to and share with. Gently, like the force of unconceivable, unearthly power! God has moved in my life so openly today that it forced me to put fat fingers to keyboard and say to that individual...Listen, God has done this for me, an undeserving slob of a guy who wastes so much of what God puts in front of me, bought and paid for by Jesus Christ that, yes, you, in your state of being, can have as well, just simply for the asking...please, ask by all that is holy, just ask of God.

The doors that God will open for you are greater even than you can imagine...this I know for today God has opened doors far greater than my mere mortal earthbound mind could perceive, far greater than anything I believed that I deserved...oh, Holy Jesus, what You have done for me today!

Thank you, thank you.

Praise be to the One of whom I can but merely grasp a minute fraction.

Thank you,

Just Me