As I put words to a page I find that to do so without the blessing of Heaven would be like going from my house to town, naked, with snot running down my face, dung on my legs to be shown to those who would judge me. That would be easier to do, than to put words to a page that is thrown into the heavens and judged by the universe to see, than writing this down, without first asking for Gods blessings.
When I read the things that I do, the things that are said, the statements that are put to print, makes me wonder if others have considered the effect that they can have on someone else. My words are not carried far, and are read by a few, but those that find comfort and joy in what I say must be considered; like when I go onto a dance floor. I do my thing, I dance my own steps, I feel the music. I do not expect the band to change because I am on the floor, nor do I want others to say, look at him dance. No, I go onto the dance floor for no other reason than to be a part ofย the crowd.
I write for the same reason, not to change anything, not to give advice, or ridicule others, I write hoping that something I say, something I bring up, can cause others to see, that when they put to print, it should be kept in mind that God can read too.
A Messenger,
Verl K.