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Don't let me ever think, dear God, that I was anything but the instrument for Your story-- just like the typewriter was mine.
Dear God, I don't want to have invented my faith to satisfy my weakness. I don't want to have created God to my own image as they're so fond of saying.
If I have to sweat for it, dear God, let it be as in Your service. I would like to be intelligently holy. I am a presumptuous fool, but maybe the vague thing in me that keeps me in is hope.
It does not take much to make us realize what fools we are, but the little it takes is long in coming.
Sin is large & stale. You can never finish eating it nor ever digest it. It has to be vomited.
If I ever do get to be a fine writer, it will not be because I am a fine writer but because God has given me credit for a few of the things He kindly wrote for me.
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