Lessons From The Crypt

One Last Little Story:
As of writing, I am still building my business and times can be lean. Since my “Crypt” experience, I still fight fear in regards to finances--afraid I’ll lose this house I’m renting. One day while battling this fear, I said to God, “Lord, maybe I shouldn’t ask this, but I just need some reassurance today. Do you love me? I’m struggling still financially. But if You love me, I can hang on.” I looked into the cupboard and saw that the coffee was almost gone and no money to buy more. “If You love me, please have someone bring me coffee…whole beans.”

A couple days later, a screenwriter friend came over for our writing session. He walked through the door and set a bag down on the counter. “Here,” he said, “I brought something for you.” He opened the bag and lifted out the contents.

It was a bag of coffee…whole beans…premium whole beans.

Not outdated. Not dented.

I cried.

If you walk into my office now, you’ll see a curious thing taped to the wall by my computer: a baggie with three whole coffee beans in it. When I get scared, those three little beans remind me that God does loves me--loves me enough to respond in spite of my fragile faith. He is the Caretaker of the Bruised Reed and Smoldering Wick.

A broken, contrite heart; a fragile faith; an honest expression; a desire to truly know Him--Heaven strains to hear.

Be Pliable Art in the Hands of Love.

Don’t give up.

This is only earth.

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Chris Jackman, writer, “createer”, and founder of Hemline Creative Group (a creative house).

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"So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come." Psalm 71:18