The sticky note has been on my desk for 4 yrs. It is faded and discolored, creased at the corners, and has wax spilled over it. It was what I believed to be God’s word to me during the wearisome days of pushing words out of a pen. Habbakuk 2:2&3:
Write the vision and engrave it so plainly upon tablets that everyone who passes may be able to read it easily and quickly as he (she) hastens by.
For the vision is yet for an appointed time, and it hastens to the fulfilment; it will not deceive or disappoint. Though it tarry, wait earnestly for it: because it will surely come, it will not be behind on its appointed day.
It’s time to throw away that piece of ragged paper. That chapter of my life is past. This is what the new sticky note says, written in happy pink ink:
I will open rivers in desolate heights,
And fountains in the midst of valleys,
I will make the wilderness a pool of water
And the dry land springs of water. –God
He tells me He will do impossible things—not just one but several. I can’t wait!