Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Six Questions


Do you wait to be inspired?










Or do you inspire?






Do you push and propel life away?











Or do you ingest it?












Do you sink?











Or once reaching the depths do you find a way to float again?









Do you wait for the truth to be told?

Or are you a truth-teller?









Do you think big?

Or small?











Do you espouse hate?








Or love?














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5 comments:

  1. Jody HedlundApril 15, 2009 at 7:31 AM

    Great picture! I feel like my life is all about waiting right now! I'm waiting on contest results and waiting to hear back from an agent. I'm waiting on critiques from different people. And I'm really getting tired of waiting! But I know that's the writer's life!

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  2. Luisa PerkinsApril 15, 2009 at 8:58 AM

    Excellent questions.

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  3. Lynnette LabelleApril 15, 2009 at 1:48 PM

    Nice post. I love the pics.

    Lynnette Labelle
    http://lynnettelabelle.blogspot.com

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  4. Liz BlalockApril 15, 2009 at 7:13 PM

    Wendy, I have enjoyed reading your blogs. I must say we do have a lot in common. It's such an encouragement to me to meet fellow bloggers who love Jesus and encourage one another to live life worthy of the calling we have received. Thanks for your sweet comments on my blog. I look forward to following yours:)

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  5. Jennifer @ JenniferDukesLee.comApril 17, 2009 at 9:08 PM

    Oh my ... taking this in ... Wow. Cool, cool post. Bless you sister!

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