I was pretty much done with the whole writing thing this afternoon. Went to a quiet place in my little woods and took a nap and reflected and waited for a sign from God. Nothing. So there you have it - no more writing, right? Then I came in the house and watched a commercial - one of those commercials, the kind that always make you cry. And well, sometimes God speaks to me through my sister who passed away thirteen years ago. So I can't quit. I have to keep writing for my sister. She never quit and she won't let me quit.
So, if you want to know how else my weekend went and why this isn't being written until so late, read my other blog.
You may have guessed, but the goals this week stunk. Five out of 17. Didn't I write last time about stumbling? That was my week, one big stumble. Or a whole lot of splinters.
It's funny what God uses to speak to us. He so rarely moves in the way that we expect, and that's probably for the best.
ReplyDeleteSorry you had such a tough week, and I pray that you find courage and comfort for your writing in the next few days.
Thanks, Michael. I was praying last night that God would grant me sleep. And He came through for me. I always think He has bigger things to do than worry about me and answer my insignificant prayers. But He is pretty good to me when I let Him.
Deletestumbles, splinters, they happen one cannot be creative without them - nap in the woods (which sounds wonderful) and allow time to reassemble yourself - be kind to yourself :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alberta, it is wonderful how sleeping on the ground under the trees can re-energize.
DeleteI'm sorry you had a rough week. I do think we tend to look for God to send messages in burning bushes or angels playing trumpets above, when He often speaks through the small, everyday stuff. It sounds like the memory of your sister did the trick in encouraging you.
ReplyDeleteMy sympathy for the loss of your sister. I can't imagine losing one of mine, and I'm sure you continue to feel the void. I hope you have a much better week! Hang in there.
Thanks for the comment, Julie, and the support. My sister was - and still is - my friend. Even death can't ruin the kind of friendship we had.
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