I’ve been delinquent in writing my blog the last few days–life gets in the way sometimes. As you know, I am trying to complete my book: Sam’s Sea Stars Saga. The editing/proofreading task is always much harder and more intense than the writing. Although the basic manuscript was hastily done in 1500 word daily pieces in November as part of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), putting it all together into a sequential whole that makes sense is painstakingly slow and requires more time and energy than I have in quantity right now.
This week I have written a short story, prayed about the news broadcasts and complained about deception and anguished over East Palestine and Turkey and Syria. I’ve been blessed by Bible studies in Revelation and 1 Samuel, and challenged by Jack Hibbs’ sermon at https://www.youtube.com/live/qv0JI6cpHiI?feature=share.
We’ve celebrated life events too. Elementary Music Festival is on Saturday. Kaley will be playing. Paul’s birthday party is planned, we heard Nancy’s Brahms Serenade concert on Sunday, and offered our critiques for Heritage High School’s orchestras for next week’s Music Performance Assessment. We’ve put stickers on 2500 postcards to be mailed to Space Coast Symphony patrons for next week’s concert, and we’re planning visits from my sister and brother in law and for Dan Landrey and his bride, Karen.
I know, excuses, excuses, excuses. I tell myself I could have written during Masked Singer last night, but then I would have missed Dick Van Dyke. I could have slept past five o’clock, but I didn’t. I could have finished the Book Club book I must finish reading before next Tuesday. I could have cleaned my house so it’s spit-spot before Ellen’s visit. But, I had to pass on the news that Kaley won first prize in her school’s Science Fair and her project will now go to District’s for judging. I could have skipped the Super Bowl, but I would have missed the hoopla. I could have planned a simple meal instead of trying the new ravioli lasagna recipe I heard about yesterday–I had to go to Publix at their busiest time ever and bucked the traffic from Bayside High School at dismissal time. I could have postponed my Read the Bible in a Year reading, but I wouldn’t have finished Exodus and Matthew yesterday. I could have slept through the President’s “balloon” speech on the sofa. He didn’t say much. I could have left unsaid my “Memories of Covenant” in anticipation of our last Sunday service on the campus planned for February 26th, and I could have skipped a long conversation with one of our small group members who wanted to tell me about a death and a difficult diagnosis in her family. Or, I could have written something meaningful in this blog. It is, as my daughter-in-love says often, what it is.
Here’s what God told Isaiah to write. I like to think it’s meant for me in this busy season of life: The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a s pring whose waters never fail.
We can count on His presence, whatever it is we’re doing. That is a true comfort in perilous times.
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