Looking forward to teaching some storytelling workshops for the Perry County Writers on May 16.
Looking forward to encouraging the deacons’ wives at Trinity Baptist Church, Searcy, Arkansas, to tell the stories that matter most.
My Story Matters. The first time I tried to write my faith story, it changed my life! Years later, I recorded the events surrounding a family crisis, and my heart began to heal. So, I know from experience—when women begin telling the stories that matter most, lives change and hearts heal.
The ice storm in Central Arkansas during the past few days reminded me of a holiday trip almost two decades ago.
Facing the ice. In 1989, the ice storm arrived as predicted. I warned Mother that we might not be able to make the dangerous eight-hour journey for Christmas.
Even though Southeast Texas seldom experienced freezing rain or snow, we already saw evidence of the storm in Arkansas. But Mother belittled our fears and urged us to attempt the trip. “The weather report here looks okay to me.”
Mother’s pressure prevailed again, as usual. Against our better judgment, we submitted to her demands and packed our car.
How’s that book that you’re NOT writing coming along?
I rarely, if ever, blog about someone else’s post. I don’t know why—because a lot of my writing friends and connections write outstanding posts that offer many helpful resources and ideas. So, I hope to write more about the articles and books that inspire, encourage, and inform me.
Today, I’m sharing a post by Jeff Goins, “The Totally Boring Process of Writing a Book.” Jeff’s post really hits the target for me while I’m writing a book.
Writer. As a writer, I’ve always struggled with transitioning from research to writing.
Why? I give many excuses.
What’s your OneWord for 2015?
Everyone keeps asking that question. I hesitate responding, but under pressure I mutter, “Essential.”
Facing the impossible? Hopeless situations? Unreasonable expectations? Unattainable dreams?
I struggle with discouragement at times. So, I really want to be honest with you. And I need you to know that this pouring out of my life in words online for the world to see stretches me beyond my comfort zone.
Thinking of Daddy the day after Christmas …
I think of you when leaves turn brown;
falling gently to the damp, soft ground.
I think of you in the cool, evening breeze;
sitting quietly under the fall trees.
As the autumn leaves began to fall this year, I had to admit to myself that I didn’t feel very thankful. So, I asked God to change my viewpoint as I focused on this Thanksgiving season.
In the past, I struggled with similar emotions, like love, forgiveness, and hope.
I’ve decided to unplug for awhile. I’m not sure what that will look like since I’ve never really done it. But I know that I need to place this blog and some other work activities on hold until further notice.
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace. (Num. 6:24-26 NIV)