More than thirty years ago Marc and Gayle Bellomy gave my husband a little book for graduation that still has us turning pages. We've lost contact with the Bellomys, but we still have their gift. The spine of the book is broken, the red cloth is pulled away in places from the cardboard cover, and a few of the pages didn't survive the nine moves our family made since 1978. This 52nd printing of Oswald Chambers' My Utmost for His Highest, first published in 1935, with marginal notes in my handwriting, is one of the items I'd hope to be able to pull from a house fire if we ever had one. Though tattered, this bound copy is one of my treasures.
Consider this message appropriate for writers from the December 15th devotional, "Approved Unto God":
"If you cannot express yourself on any subject, struggle until you can. If you do not, someone will be the poorer all the days of his life. . . Always make a practice of provoking your own mind to think out what it accepts easily. . . . The author who benefits you most is not the one who tells you something you did not know before, but the one who gives expression to the truth that has been dumbly struggling in you for utterance."
Can you imagine your words making others rich, living on to encourage some person eighty years down the road?
Consider this message appropriate for writers from the December 15th devotional, "Approved Unto God":
"If you cannot express yourself on any subject, struggle until you can. If you do not, someone will be the poorer all the days of his life. . . Always make a practice of provoking your own mind to think out what it accepts easily. . . . The author who benefits you most is not the one who tells you something you did not know before, but the one who gives expression to the truth that has been dumbly struggling in you for utterance."
Can you imagine your words making others rich, living on to encourage some person eighty years down the road?
