church, emotions, life, personal, writing

Weird Waves of Life

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The busyness of life comes in waves. Sometimes life is slow and easy. You have evenings free, you can take a nap during the day if you like, you have time to bake cookies. Other times life is like a merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster until you are hanging on for dear life.

Last week was one of those weeks. It was a week with the birth of a church member’s baby girl on Wednesday, the funeral for one of our wonderful members from church on Thursday, the memorial service for a young man who tragically died on Friday, and the wedding of a some church members on Saturday (3 hours away). It is strange how one can experience the highs and lows of life’s big events all in one week.

I’m emotionally drained. (and still battling the cold…or allergies…that I’ve been dealing with for the past week.)

But I have this week off from work, due to our school district wanting to save some money. I’ve resting, writing, movie watching, reading, and doing a little crafting.

I think I’ll try to harness some of the emotions of the past week and see if it will infuse my writing with some depth. Maybe not, but I’m going to give it a shot.

So what is on your agenda for the week? Any holiday plans for today, July the 4th?

encouragement, life, motivation, My Book Therapy, writing

Blessed by Dr. Reba of My Book Therapy

As a member of My Book Therapy, I have the opportunity to sit in on weekly webinars given by various Coaches on the MBT staff. Last night Life Coach Dr. Reba J. Hoffman spoke and her topic was Dare to Dream. She had stories and tips to move us forward to living our dream.

I was blessed by Reba’s words.

She had asked us to type in our struggles in living our dream (the webinars are interactive) and several shared. Reba’s encouraging and motivating words were like life to me. You know, many times you read advice over and over and it doesn’t sink in; but when it is personalized and directed right at you, it is as if your very pores are open to absorb the essences of the advice given. You are receptive. You care, because the person talking to you cares. It makes a difference.

And you know what? She gave us her email so that when we face down times or discouragement along the way, we can write her and receive encouragement for the writing journey. How awesome is that?!?

You can check out Reba at her awesome blog or at MyBookTherapy.

Who has spoken words of life to you recently?

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Weight Loss Update: I lost 1.6 pounds this week, so actually, I have stayed about the same this month, with all my fluctuating. But I feel like I am back on track – feeling better and ready to tackle getting healthy.

balance, Christian, faith, hope, inspiration, life, motivation, personal, spiritual, time management

Striving for Who, What, When, Where, Why?

Some days I feel like I am taffy, pulled in so many different directions. So many goals. So many needs around me. So many things I want to do. So what do I focus on first? What do I strive for the most?

I had one of those “step on my own toes” moments this morning in my daily quiet time. I am using Jesus Calling, Devotion for Every Day of the Year, by Sarah Young, and what I read spoke to my heart and I wanted to share a part of the text with you today:

Save your best striving for seeking my face. I am constantly communicating with you. To find Me and hear My voice, you must seek Me above all else. Anything that you desire more than Me becomes an idol. When you are determined to get your own way, you blot Me out of your consciousness. Instead of single-mindedly pursuing some goal, talk with Me about it. Let the Light of My Presence shine on this pursuit, so that you can see it from My perspective. If the goal fits into My plans for you, I will help you reach it. If it is contrary to My will for you, I will gradually change the desire of your heart. Seek Me first and foremost; then the rest of you life will fall into place, piece by piece.  I Chronicles 16:11; Matthew 6:33

Yep, a toe stepper for sure. I tend to go forth doing what I want to do, asking God to bless my efforts instead of listening for His leading and praying about which direction to take.

The answer to the “Who, What, When, Where, Why” of striving is easy. It’s our Lord God. It’s always all about Him. He is the One and Only. He is the answer…the best answer. Always and forever.

May you be blessed by the Lord, the Maker of Heaven and Earth.

challenge, cranky pants, life, personal, procrastination, writing woes

Whine and Dine

So how do you write when life is just plain getting in the way? You sit down and write, even if it is only for an hour. Even if it was ugly getting it down on paper. Let me tell you about my weekend of frustration.

I battled a headache Friday, so I didn’t write much at all…maybe a page. I ended up getting into bed before nine. Remember, my bed is in the living room due to the construction in my bathroom/closet, and has been for the past week–and will be for another week. So, my “sleep” was not that restful due to traffic through the room.

This isn’t me, but I should wear a mask.

Saturday morning we took my computer to Best Buy and were told to take it to Fry’s. Best Buy would make me buy a mother board and Fry’s “might” be able to solder the power connection tight. Well, Fry’s can fix my computer, but it would take a while to order the part. They said for ME to order the part and bring it to them and they would fix my computer. My part is due Tuesday, so maybe by the end of the week I will have my computer back into my hands.

So I am back home Saturday, just finishing a 1K1HR (1000 words written in an hour challenge) when my husband said that the construction workers had unplugged our freezer for their power cord and all our meat was thawed out.

WHAT????

Yes, we ate well Saturday night, and Sunday night, and will tonight as well. We had to cook a ham, some ribs, a bunch of pork chops, chicken breasts, a roast, and  a pork loin. Great food, but really, Saturday was not the best of days.

SoSunday we come home from church to more dust in the house. Seriously, I don’t know why they can’t shut the bedroom door to keep the dust from the rest of the house. It’s crazy. My poor husband keeps coughing.

Okay, I’m going to quit complaining and whining. I’m gonna have a nice bathroom. I get to eat well. I am living. That’s cool, right?

And I did get some words on the page. That is always a good thing.

life, personal

Selecting Dorms and Letting Go

University of Texas Longhorns

My daughter and I went to Austin Friday to look at the University of Texas. She was recently accepted into their Studio Art Program. (Yay–I am so proud!) Friday we looked at dormitories and Saturday we went to Open House at the Fine Arts Building.

So when it comes to picking dormitories, my daughter and I differ on what is important. She liked the feel of the biggest dormitory that housed 3,000 students. It felt like an airport concourse, with fast food and shops on the first floor. There were people break dancing, people playing music, people studying…you name it. It was alive. It had energy. She could overlook the fact that it was run down and stunk.

I preferred the dorm that was clean and less busy, with a private or shared bathroom as opposed to the community bath. These dorms are mostly coed with guys and girls sharing floors, though they have separate community bathrooms. I know she liked the energy of the big one, but I think after awhile, she will get tired of the noise and energy and will want a quiet place to retreat.

So what are we going to do? Compromise, of course! While I don’t like the coed dorms, the only women’s dorm is on the opposite side of the campus…and this campus is 40 acres big. (Yes, my legs and hips STILL hurt from all the walking this weekend!) There are 3 smaller dorms near the big one she likes, so we are looking into those. They are coed, but are smaller, only housing 200-300. It still makes me nervous though.

There comes a time when you have to let go. You have to trust that you have done your best in raising your child and they know right from wrong and will follow in the path you have set them upon. One day they leave and their life is out of your protective hands.

It reminded me of writing our stories. We can hang on to them, editing them, perfecting them, making them shine, but we have to let them go at some point, trusting that God will direct them in the way they should go. Of course, our stories don’t have a will of their own, but we still have to entrust them to God and let Him make our work flourish. He is the one that establishes the work of our hands.

May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17

editing, life

When Plans Change

I expected to have such glorious news to share with you about all the editing I got done on my book, but alas…I have no such news.

I took the day off yesterday and was expecting to settle in a chair with my candles lit, coffee by my side, and my laptop in my…lap. Well, I had to leave the house by 9 a.m., because we were going to have a two hour showing of our house. A second look, which is pretty good news in itself. I was going to go to the library with my laptop and edit in the quiet, surrounded by books and the smell of paper.
I grabbed my cell phone on my way out and saw that I had missed a call. From work. Now, one of my best friends works with me, so I immediately called her back, thinking she needed something job related. Well, as it turns out, the other office worker could not come in due to her daughter having complications from her knee surgery. My friend told me not to come in, but in a school office as busy as ours is, I knew I could not leave her all alone.
So I went to work. I DID keep my jeans on though. And I stopped by Starbucks and got me a Skinny Caramel Macchiato. And then I stopped by Sonic and got me and my friend a Route 44 drink. Hey, if I was going to have to work, then I was going in comfy and caffeined up.
I had hoped to share something funny I’d found in my editing. Or at least something I was learning. Or maybe how many times I used the word thus or ’tis. (medieval “speak”) But alas, ’twas not to be.
On a happier note, my son shot two 3-point shots in his game yesterday. Those always make me so incredibly nervous. I find myself willing him NOT to shoot, because I think there is no way it is going in the hoop, but my goodness, my little six foot 8th grader swooshed it two times!
I will be editing this weekend, just so you know. I do hope to have some great progress to share with you Monday. I’m just glad I can be flexible and not be too stressed out about it.
Do you find when your plans change at the last minute, you get mad and/or frustrated? Or do you go with the flow? Do you pull out your cranky pants when you planned on writing, but life gets in the way?