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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Not outdated.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.