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Explain

I asked God to be an artisan. not so I could eloquently speak, but so I could meet with God and explain the encounter.
The wind became breath. The sun became an anthem. The river became His lullaby. The thunder became His rebuke.
I asked God to be an artisan, not so I could paint perfect scenes, but so I could show God to a world in darkness.
My brush became a trumpet. My paint became a warning. My canvas became a mercy seat. My art a poor reflection of His face.
I asked God to be an artisan, not so I could sing like the world's idols, but so the sounds of heaven would beat against the gates of hell and overcome.
My songs became a sword. My lullaby became a bandage. My ballad became His love song. My heart became silent.
I asked to be an artisan, no so I could eloquently speak, but so I could meet with God and explain the encounter.


Grandpa

I don't have the youthful strength to carry you across this vast earth.
To plant the entire garden of your soul.
I can't force your heart to feel all the affections that the heart should explore.
Don't call me your teacher
or grandpa.
I must confess I have treasure, gold, and wisdom stored.
However, I can't give everything to you,
for the time is short.
Be a fisherman and catch your own.
I will rest in my recliner
and quietly read my newspaper and Bible.
Watch and learn.