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Being a writer, I am always putting my thoughts down. It would be wonderful if I could sit and pump out 2000-5000 words at a time. I am speaking of meaningful/inspiring words on the same subject. (LOL) Anyway, this bothers me because I know God has given me stuff to share. So lately I have found myself feeling alone and I had a conversation with God. Let me just say, “God gets straight to the point!”

ME: Lord, help me to maintain my saltiness and to shine my light brightly. When the enemy tries to shake my faith and strip me of my light, I need your reinforcement. Please continue seasoning me with salt and bathing me in the light of your Word. Help me to me to write with flavor…your flavor…and your favor.

I cry out to you because there is none like you. My writing sucks! And even those closest to me seem so far away. No one can focus me like you, heal my broken relationships like you and put me at peace. It’s crazy! Not to mention, it’s disturbing and discouraging to be in this place!

However, I know this is all a part of your plan. Help me to endure! To be seasoned for such a time as this does not feel good. In fact, it is downright lonely. I am totally aware that I’m not supposed to entertain my feelings, but this place is uncomfortable…it’s lonely! God, did I say lonely?

It’s time for me to dig my heels in and work (in prayer and in the Word) harder than ever before! I know this, but it is HARD and I am tired. Thanks for listening Lord.

But just one question God: Where is my angel entourage? And why am I walking alone…again? Ok maybe that was two questions.

GOD: You are NOT alone! You are in my Army. When I left the earth, I left the Comforter…your teacher. As for everyone being at a distance, that is by design. MY DESIGN! Class is in session just for YOU! I will NOT share you! This is your season to absorb the seasoning…marinate. Get seasoned well for the work ahead.

Matthew 5:13-14 “You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot. You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.”

About the Author:

Lorieen D. Henry is a homemaker and veteran of the United States Army. She holds a BA degree in Journalism from the University of Southern Mississippi. She spends most of her time exhorting others for the glory of God. Henry, the ordinary, has been graced to do the extraordinary. She and her family currently reside in Germany.