The other night while riding our bikes in the park , a truck pulled up into one of the fields. They pulled out a hot air balloon and began preparing it. First they filled it with air.
It was a beautiful balloon. As I watched, it occurred to me that the words of my mouth were only words. After a certain amount of air filled it, they shot a flame into that balloon.
When the fire mixed with the air, the balloon rose and did what it was meant to do. When the Holy Spirit lights a fire in me I'm able to use my words for His glory.
Have a great week.
Next week Regina Tittle is going to interview me on her blog a mustard seed of faith.