Lord, Sometimes I think
I can't strike another typewriter key.
I can't write another paragraph or word.
I can't even put a period
At the end of a sentence.
i look at the fat bundle
of unanswered letters
And it all seems so futile
so time - consuming, so unending.
I can't think or concentrate.
What I write seems empty,lifeless.
I struggle to keep my thoughts coherent.
yet, I know I must keep on.
I have committed myself
To a ministry of writing -
Writing letters!

And often, God when i begin to question
My personal commitment
you send me a ray of hope...
A personal rainbow.
Someone stops me to say
"Ten years ago, when
I needed it most
you sent me a letter
of encouragement.
I've read it a hundred times.
It's worn and tear - stained
But I'll treasure
it forever."

Lord, I don't even remember writing.
It's been so long.
But it doesn't matter.
I see again the value of ministry
And so I'll continue.
But first, Lord
I must put a period after the sentence
I so wearily wrote just an hour ago.

Love,
Angel