It’s been a while again, I know. But I’ve found just the thing, I think (I hope), to get me back on track with writing consistently. WordPress has a twenty-day writing challenge called “Writing 101: Building a Blogging Habit.” That’s what I need!—to build a blogging habit. So here goes. This month is going to be pretty hectic for reasons I’ll reveal in the coming weeks, so sticking with this for the entire twenty days will be tough. But I’m up for the challenge!
Today’s prompt was to free write for twenty minutes. Today’s twist? Post the result on my blog. So, I sat on my porch and set a timer on my phone for twenty minutes. Then I set pen to paper and didn’t stop until that timer went off. Here is the result, transposed to computer screen for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!
PS-Wordpress informed me when I logged in to post this that today marks the one-year anniversary of my blog, OnceLost,NowFound! Hooray!
There is much to be done.
This month is going to be a crazy one.
But in good ways.
A crazy one, yet at the start, I take twenty minutes to sit. To sit and smell alyssum while I write, following Writer’s 101 prompt. This “course” comes at what may seem like an impromptu time, but right now, I’m welcoming it.
Life is always crazy in one way or another, right? And if this writing endeavor is to be a serious one, I need to learn to write amidst the chaos. A lot of times, in fact, chaos fuels creativity. So I welcome the fuel. And this month’s adventures will provide plenty of writing material.
Things will come to fruition that are perfectly planned—like the lesson in Sunday School yesterday (was it really just yesterday?) on the widow with the oil jars. God’s provision is right on time, but often requires humble faith and obedience on our part.
Humble faith and obedience.
That’s really what it comes down to, isn’t it? First, we must humble ourselves before God—admit we need Him, that He knows better than us. We have to believe He is good and holy and trustworthy. Then, if we trust Him, doesn’t it follow that we’ll do what He says? That He knows what He’s doing, even if we don’t? That ultimately, it’s for His good and our glory?
But it doesn’t always.
It hasn’t always in my life. But I’ve found that most of the time, my disobedience doesn’t start at the last step. It usually isn’t that I admit God knows better and that I believe He has my best interest at heart, and then simply refuse to do what He says. Oh, I’d say I believe. But really, most of my disobedience stems from my pride and/or disbelief that God really does know and want, more than I do, what’s best for me—and those around me. Because ultimately, it’s not about me. Sacrifice and surrender are painful, but to pour into others, we must be poured out. And Jesus considered such—in the worst way imaginable—to be joy. To suffer more than anyone else has suffered, in order to pour out His blood so His Spirit could be poured into us, was joy to Him. Do I think He was jumping up and down to approach Golgotha? No. The account of His agony approaching that point in the garden of Gethsemane tells us otherwise. But when He thought about the future suffering He’d face, He considered it joy to know that the Father would accept His sacrifice on behalf of sinners like you and me.
Suffering is not fun. It’s not supposed to be.