Yvette

Alastaire Grant Arendse

I know that my Redeemer lives. When my natural ability to speak in writing came to the fore, I felt joy. To express the depths of the crevice of my heart and the vast desert of my thoughts, was an experience that overflowed. I knew that the ability to put pen to paper was given to me. God had chosen me before creation to carry out good works; I had to admit that it is my heavenly Father who made me a better writer than a speaker. All that I was able to do, was a blessing from him. But in my pride and vanity, I had forgotten that God created all things. I rejected my faithful God who never lies and heaved the glory of the ability of success on myself; I had forsaken him. I had forgotten that it says in God's Word that the Holy Spirit gives us talents or gifts as he apportions. When finding myself in the quagmire of rejection, this prodigal son returned to his Father. I had to admit my deep sorrow and regret to him. He did not turn me away but gave me redemption and put the pen back in my hand. more…

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