Sometimes it can be so difficult to write. I look for inspiration in the world around me. In little things a friend says or hearing the laughter of a stranger in the store.
There is so much in my heart to say, and yet it doesn’t gel into a clear story to tell, or a thought that would lift others higher.
Yet my writing can seem so
fruitless at times.
There is no Erato to ag me into a creative bliss.
I search The Word for answers, for inspiration, for insight, for a moment of intimate oneness with the one who knows me through and through.
“Though the fig tree should not blossom, and there be no fruit on the vines, though the yield of the olive should fail, and the fields produce no food, though the flock should be cut off from the fold, and there be no cattle in the stalls, Yet I will exult in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.” (Habakkuk 3:17-18 NASB)
In the beginning of chapter three of Habakkuk it tells us that this a prayer of Habakkuk according to Shigionoth. It is praise and worship that is done with Wild Passion and a rapid rhythm.
Habakkuk’s prayer is done in a highly emotional, loud, hands clapping worship service – perhaps a service of one.
So today I Shigionoth with my Lord, who is the Lord of the Dance, in whose arms I am not afraid, because in Him all things are, Yes, and AMEN!
My gift of writing has always been to His service and, when the time is right, He will pull forth from me the treasure that He has invested into me from the beginning of time.
Worship, not because He needs it, but because I need it. I need to confess who God is in my life. He is the author and finisher of my faith, my stories, my future. And if I were honest, it never was mine, it is always His.
So today sister, crank up the music with me, let us Shigionoth!
~1000 Gifts and counting~
~For the sound of Joseph coming in the door
~For a email from a friend who moved away
~for warm sweaters and fireplaces
~for safty in bad traffic
~for a phone call that all is well
~for pink polish
~for chicken and dumplings
Tender sees people more than the task and stops to say “Hello, How are You?” then she listens to their reply.
Accomplishment and I team up more frequently. We can get more done in one day than most people. We are a speed boat, and we tend to leave people dead in our wake.
Lately, I have heard Tender calling to me. I long for her company.
Accomplishment has left me lonely and frustrated.
Accomplishment is an addiction and must be fed too often.
There is a sense of purity with Tender, a kind of cleansing. I empty myself of my own burdens so that I can learn to partner with her. I try to remember to introduce Tender to my friends.
I look for Tender daily along with her sisters Mercy and Grace. Their words of kindness are quite, whispered into the soul of another. Like a bulb underground feeling the warm touch of the sun, Tender touches another and a new life quietly blossoms.
And the cycle of Tender begins again in the heart of another.
How different life would be without him next to me. As a child he would sit next to me in the grass making
telling me of things I never knew.
Now that I am older he walks beside me speaking words of wisdom and love. Oh, How I love Jesus, because he first loved me.
This should make you laugh!
This weekend I attended a Christian Writers Boot Camp held at Beeson Divinity. My dear friends Denise George and Carolyn Tomlin teach the workshop. I have dressed nicely because I will be recognized for my book String of Pearls.
Running through the parking lot with my bag of books, purse, and note pad, I try to hold onto an umbrella that the wind finds attractive. I arrive at the building. My new black skirt and suede boots are now glistening from finding favor with the rain. The hair spray that held my hair in its straight position has succumb to the moisture and will re-dry with my natural frizz!
Walking into the room I see the smiling faces of Denise and Carolyn. Thankful to be indoors, I give them both a hug. Then, I fall down the first step spilling my coffee all over the wall.
Feeling over dressed for the job, I get on my hands and knees and wipe down the wall.
Looking up from my humble position, I see Dr. Timothy George, the Dean of Beeson. This is not the way to begin this workshop!
After greeting Timothy, I find my way to a chair.
Everyone who has published a book this year is honored with a framed cover of their book and recognition of their accomplishment by Dr. George. I was able to make my way onto the stage and walk across without any problems.
The workshop is great, as usual. They teach us a little about blogging, self-publishing, and writing grants to make money at home.
As I gather my belongs to leave, I turn to walk back up the stairs. Yep, you have guess it!
I fell up the stairs. Don’t ask me how I fell up, I just did! (It is okay to laugh.)
Proverb 24:16 “For the rightous man falls seven times, and rises again, but the wicked stumble in time of calamity.
At least I did not fall seven times, or fall in time of calamity, though it was beginning to feel that way. I did rise again, so I guess I am doing okay.
I hope this story brings a smile to you today. You know I love hearing from you, so tell me, what was your latest funny story?