This entry was started March 7, 2017...I never finished it. I have so much to share since that day and yet again, will attempt to do the writing that is therapy for me and hopefully a blessing to someone else! Here we go again:
Once again I find that it now has been three years since I took the time to reflect here. Thanks to those who have sent me the kind reminders asking when I might write again. You have no idea what that does to encourage me.
One of my favorite teachers and authors, Jennie Allen, has written a book. It's called Nothing to Prove...and I just started it this week. One of the things she shares in this book is that when God has given you something - a desire, a gift - the enemy will try hard to get you not to follow it...not to use it. And that is exactly what happens with my writing. I start to think I'm not good enough. No one will want to read what I write. There will be trolls!
I'm putting all that aside (thanks, in part, to the courage she imparts in her book). And I am attempting once more to write on a somewhat regular basis.
I've come to realize my writing is as much for me - if not more for me - than anyone else.
So, Lessons. I'm sitting here at the hospital and have been since 8pm last night. After four hours in the waiting room and then six hours in the ER we've finally been admitted and into a room. I'm wearing yesterday's clothes, the remnants of yesterday's makeup...but the tears...the tears are a lovely sharing of days.
And as I called my brother at 2am he spoke the lesson I have now learned many times.
Do the next thing.
The thing right in front of you.
What is the next step?
Do it.
Sounds simple doesn't it?
When we started the adoption of our sons and the finances and the paperwork and the minutae of the details seemed like a mountain that could not be moved, a kind friend said "Just do the next thing." The next piece of paper, the next appointment, the next fee. Focus on the thing right in front of you. And sure enough it all comes together just the way it should! Not in my timing, but His.
One of my favorite teachers and authors, Jennie Allen, has written a book. It's called Nothing to Prove...and I just started it this week. One of the things she shares in this book is that when God has given you something - a desire, a gift - the enemy will try hard to get you not to follow it...not to use it. And that is exactly what happens with my writing. I start to think I'm not good enough. No one will want to read what I write. There will be trolls!
I'm putting all that aside (thanks, in part, to the courage she imparts in her book). And I am attempting once more to write on a somewhat regular basis.
I've come to realize my writing is as much for me - if not more for me - than anyone else.
So, Lessons. I'm sitting here at the hospital and have been since 8pm last night. After four hours in the waiting room and then six hours in the ER we've finally been admitted and into a room. I'm wearing yesterday's clothes, the remnants of yesterday's makeup...but the tears...the tears are a lovely sharing of days.
And as I called my brother at 2am he spoke the lesson I have now learned many times.
Do the next thing.
The thing right in front of you.
What is the next step?
Do it.
Sounds simple doesn't it?
When we started the adoption of our sons and the finances and the paperwork and the minutae of the details seemed like a mountain that could not be moved, a kind friend said "Just do the next thing." The next piece of paper, the next appointment, the next fee. Focus on the thing right in front of you. And sure enough it all comes together just the way it should! Not in my timing, but His.
