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Inspiration
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What does it mean to be inspired?  One is influenced by something within him to be inspired.  There was an old lady by the name of Miss Lulu.  She was an inspiration to all who knew her.  She would take a tea kettle and brew up some sasafras tea.  Pouring it in the cups which she had for her guests.  There was no tea left when they got through drinking the brew.  She then would read from the Bible to her guests.  She would get all inspired to do some of her own poetry to have the guests to hear.  It was a calling from God to make her do these things specially the reading from His Word. 

A young lady sat there one day listening to her.  She was led  to sing a hymn.  There were no dry eyes in the house when she got through.  Miss Lulu then was reading some more poetry.  The trees and the flowers were all quiet along with the birds outside of her window.  No sound was heard except for Miss Lulu's poetry being done.  There was a stillness in the voice she used.  A stillness as if it were in reverence to God Himself. 

The time came though for Miss Lulu to pass away.  All of her poetry was written down and used at her funeral.  For some of the pieces were used and the rest remained closed in the book.  A young girl was in the pew when she heard the poetry of Miss Lulu.  So, she went home that afternoon and wrote some of her own poetry from being led to write as Miss Lulu had done.  She wrote pieces that would equal Fanny Crosby or even  Miss Lulu herself. It was a true gesture on her part to write and she kept on writing until the day she died.  Word count is 363 words 
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