Live Novel Friday…

The Wharf

Episode III

Maiyah woke with a start! She’d been awakened by the sound of a very grumpy Ogre, angrily cursing at one of the kitchen staff. There would be trouble if she wasn’t where she should be, so late in the morning.

She’d overslept!

Oh well, she’d heard Ollie yelling at the staff nearly every morning. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. The grumpy Ogre often yelled at everyone, as that’s usually what he did when he wasn’t eating, drinking, and/or carousing with the pirates that visited the tavern. Mornings were the worst, so Maiyah hurried to get to her assigned tasks before her tardiness was noticed. It never made for a pleasant day if the boss was cross with you… and the young barmaid made it a point to avoid trouble, at all costs.

Hurriedly, she set about finishing all of her morning duty’s about the tavern. As she worked, Maiyah couldn’t help but wonder if her gifts had been accepted by whatever had installed itself behind the fish barrels. She’d tried desperately to stay awake long enough to see it emerge the night before, but fell asleep soon after sitting down beside the bedside window. One was rarely afforded a short work day, nor an early night to bed around the wharf.

One of Maiyah’s morning duties was to bring in the day’s first catch. Ollie prided himself on the fish he offered his guests. Many of the taverns morning customers were the owners of the other businesses along the Wharf, as well as travelers passing through. The drinkers were all still passed out in any one of the many alleyways along the wharf.

This particular morning, she hurriedly finished collecting the fish from the dock, and made her way back along the wharf. She knew that she shouldn’t, but she made a point to pass beside the fish shed. Maiyah’s curiosity was driving her to go against every rule she’d written for her own preservation.

Some part of her was calling out to offer aid to whatever might be hiding behind the fish shed. Maybe she felt compassion, or perhaps it was pity. Perhaps it was the memory of her own lonely beginnings, driving the young barmaid to break one of her own life preserving rules. Most probably, she was simply curious.

You know, many a brave sailor had fallen into Piracy, or worse, out of simple innocent curiosity. The barmaid had learned this while sailing with many of them.

But those days were long behind her, thanks to Ollie. The grumpy old ogre had purchased her from a band of pirates, for only two barrels of ale. Maiyah made every effort not to give the ogre any reason to regret his decision.

This morning was no exception. Carefully emptying part of the fish basket on the kitchen counter, she turned to leave. Without drawing attention to her actions, Maiyah casually slipped a few food items into the pocket of her apron. She then returned to the fish basket on the counter, carrying the rest of the unused fish out the doorway, and toward the fish shed.

Looking one way, and then another, Maiyah quietly slipped behind the fish shed. Kneeling down between several barrels, she placed the food gifts she’d pilfered from the kitchen. Sitting back on her heels, she wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on her arms. And then she waited…

After several long moments, there came a soft shuffling sound from behind one of the barrels. Slowly, and timidly, a small head emerged from hiding.

Maiyah sat quietly watching, as the tiniest of tiny little creatures peeked out from behind the fish barrel. Why, it was a baby orc! But, how on earth did it get behind the shed?

Softly, Maiyah whispered, “Hello there, little one. What on earth are you doing back here?”

The small creature said not a thing, but slowly reached out and picked up a piece of the bread, nibbling at it’s corners, nervously. Tucked into the folds of it’s tiny coat was what looked like a scroll of paper. Reaching forward slowly, Maiyah retrieved the scroll while the little orc was preoccupied with eating the fish.

She didn’t want to linger behind the fish shed, as it would begin to look rather suspicious why she was climbing around back there on her hands and knees. Somehow she must hide this little one, but the only safe place was her own room. She wasn’t even sure the little thing would come with her, let alone allow her to stuff him inside the fish basket she carried…

What was in the note?

Where did the baby come from?

How will Maiyah get the orc into her room without being seen?

Be sure to leave your answers in the comments.

See you next Friday…

Hugs

(2025) New Hands…

Daily writing prompt
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

The easiest way to describe how new hands were such a positive change for me, is to just show you…

The old hands held onto so many painful things from the past, but with new hands on board, I began to let go…

When this began happening, I noticed how much strength began to return to my body. With two new hands, now free of waste, I have the freedom to use these hands for so much more… so much good!

There is freedom to reach out in love now, more and more each day, without guilt, shame, bitterness, resentment, anger or poison from the past.

… and, that also leaves oodles of spare time for one of my favorite hobbies. Take a wild guess…

ummm, baking cookies for you, of course!

Thursday Thoughts…

Can there be such a thing as a Wordless Thursday, instead of Thursday Thoughts?

I don’t feel like blogging in the slightest, but the picture looked so inviting that I had to post it, if only to inspire myself to write.

The problem is, I still can’t even decide which chair I’d want to sit in… do I sit stoically on the one side, or snuggle into the blankets and security of the other side. I still haven’t picked, and I’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes, just staring at the picture. I brought pastries, but you’ll have to enjoy them for me. Oddly, they don’t even look that good.

I guess this is how life so often looks, for most of us. Not all days will be marshmallows and rainbows… how disheartening!

I have days where the bible beckons to me like a beacon out of the darkness, and then there are those days.

Some days I catch myself singing worship songs without even needing the accompaniment of music, and then there are those days.

I have moments where scripture rolls freely off my tongue, as if I were reading straight from the bible, and then there are just those days.

Days where I don’t want to read the word, or pray, or sing, or even speak, can arise when things are not what I’d hoped for… when the world doesn’t spin in a favorable direction. What then?

I could close out the world, my feelings, and God, if I so choose it. God doesn’t demand my attention and obedience… He never forces me to do anything, but instead, simply sits with me in the quiet.

I find myself sitting with the bible tucked in my lap, not out of requirement, but out of sheer necessity. It’s the only safe place to be… there in the quiet.

Feelings are fleeting, often changing from one sort to another, in only a moment. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that a believer doesn’t survive on feelings, but on truth. I do not live by my own understanding, as I did when I was younger. Emotions and feelings are triggered by external sources, brought about by life. It is what it is.

My job is to enact routines and behaviors that keep me grounded in truth, light, and reality. That is done through reading the word of God regularly, and with purpose. Does it matter that I’ve read the bible repeatedly, over the last 57 years… nope!

I swear I get something new out of scripture, nearly every single time I’ve studied it. Isn’t that something? Now, I’ve read and re-read numerous old books from my past readings, and don’t get me wrong, it was great. But that kind of reading is different, more nostalgic than anything else, I think.

When I say that I learn something new, I mean that I actually glean something from scripture that I hadn’t seen or noticed at any other time of study. I’m always left feeling amazed, or in awe of God’s ways. He knows the exact moment that I need a specific word, or teaching. What a masterful teacher He is!

For example, I opened the bible this morning and simply started reading, out of routine, rather than a desire to actually study. Like I said, this morning has been a struggle.

I hadn’t even gotten through the first chapter in Isaiah, when God caught my attention in vs. 5,

“Why should you be beaten anymore? Why do you persist in rebellion? Your whole head is injured, your whole heart afflicted. From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness – only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with oil.”

Now, before you start thinking that I am going to attempt paraphrasing here, I’m not. What I want to show you, is how God works in my life, through the study of His word.

While I understand the times of these writings, and the intent of the actual message, it still spoke to my heart in a unique way. Let me explain…

In this current day and time, I am dealing with things that cause me pain, both physically and emotionally… so I’m compromised, as I like to put it. I feel sorry for myself, I don’t want to listen to God if he isn’t going to just fix the problem, and I rebel by avoiding the word, avoiding prayer, and avoiding acceptance of what’s real and true. My head is injured, as it is racing around in circles trying to find the exit (answers). My body isn’t sound, at this time. I am malnourished, of a sort, along with other issues… and yes, it feels like wounds, welts and open sores.

Now here’s the rub… I am a bought and paid for daughter of the living God, and yet I wander around uncleansed, unbandaged, and unsoothed… by choice!

I’ve been holding onto my health, my circumstances, and my own filthy history… shocker!

No, it doesn’t mean that if I simply hold out my hand, God is simply going to heal all my boo boos, and make all the bad men go away. It takes work, effort, and consistent changes for the better, in all areas of my life… all of them.

I’ve locked away all the painful memories of my past, which is good sort of, but not when it becomes an excuse not to forgive… especially myself.

Literally, everything I struggle with today is a direct result of my childhood, as well as how I delt with that experience. My dad’s death was simply the nail in his own coffin, for a life utterly wasted on the pursuit of wickedness. I will not carry his burden, his sin, nor his dirty luggage any longer. It may just take a bit of effort and time to remind myself of this truth.

My health issues are a direct reflection of the damage done by internalizing too much of what life hands you… long term emotional overload!

I know that specific scripture verse may have had nothing to do with me or my father, but the fact that scripture is living and breathing means that God has the power to use his word to speak to me, specifically.

What I do know is that God is with me, never leaving, nor forsaking me, and I know that even when I don’t understand things of this world, He does.

When life becomes too overwhelming, I cling to the one thing that has held me fast all the years of my life… the truth. The bible is my truth!

My health may continue as it is, it may resolve, or it may become worse. I am the one who chooses to dwell on it, or chooses to toss it in a backpack and take it down the road with me. My illness will not define me, nor will my fathers dirty and sordid history… he was a monster. Just because I share his blood doesn’t mean I share in his guilt!

While I’m not sorry he’s gone, I am sorrowful for the life he wasted. I pray that God heal each and every child that this wicked man ever laid hands upon. Have I truly forgiven my dad? Only God truly understand my heart in all of this. I know that if I stood beside him in heaven, I wouldn’t see anything other than a fellow child of God, fully forgiven. It is possible, you know. I don’t have all the answers to those kind of questions. Trust me, I’ve been asking God these things all my life.

I love how Joyce Meyers said, “I may not be where I want to be, but thank God I’m not where I used to be. I’m ok, and I’m on my way!” I can say that I share how she feels.

When I began this mornings blog, I didn’t think I was going to be able to share anything, lol. Boy was I wrong! Sorry for all the wordiness, but as I’ve said before, my blog is usually how I process my feelings. By the end of the blog, I feel better.

Thank you for listening,

Hugs.

Preferably when I’m asleep…

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most fun way to exercise?

Some of the best things that happen to us, happen while we are dreaming. Granted, some of the worst things to happen, also occur while we’re sleeping. But, let’s focus on the good ones.

Why, I can ride horses with the best of them, without getting kicked, bit, or trampled. I can run fast enough to either catch the bad guy… or maybe just get away! I can be the most athletic, beautiful, and charismatic heroin, or be the best art thief never captured!

My point here is that we do our best, act our most capable, and accomplish more in our dreams than in the real world.

I’m not saying that people don’t exercise, as many do. It just seems that since jogging hurts every internal organ I own, and most exercise takes far more expendable energy that I wish to offer up, on a daily basis… sleep yoga is far cheaper, more fun, and you can do it for as long as you feel like it. I haven’t yet woken up feeling tired from my workouts. Well, most of the time, anyways.

Have a cookie…

Tuesday Tinkering…

While I’m nowhere near finished tweaking things, I’ve come up with what I hope will be a fitting addition to Live Novel Friday’s tale.

While I can’t tell you the story yet, it is coming along rather nicely. I won’t say anything on names, as of yet, but I wanted to give you a chance before Friday to offer up some names and more ideas for this weeks episode of The Wharf.

Let me know what you think so far…

He still needs to become more animated, so as to match up with the visuals I’m using for our story.

Oddly, Norbert offered up a rather realistic looking baby, though he’s a bit too real to work with if I want him to blend into the story properly…

I’m nowhere near done, but once we’ve gotten a good number of images for him, I’ll create his permanent Avatar. I like the second image better than the first, but I want to fix his teeth to match up with the first image. Those teeth should be on the second of the two images, as well as the first. This way, the final Avatar will always have baby orc teeth in his mouth. We want continuity.

Isn’t he just adorable, though…

Hugs

(2024) I Already Am…

Daily writing prompt
If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

If you know me at all, in even the least of my writings, you already know the answer I offer this prompt! In truth, we are all in the very same story, book, tale, movie, script or song… we are all intricately woven into God’s tapestry. Many have written about it, sung about it, reenacted the story in a movie or play, but in truth… we are all in there!

Why? John 3:16 baby! For God so love the world, that he gave his one and only son, that who so ever believeth in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life! If I got any of those words wrong, it’s due to simply writing without looking at my source, but you get the truth of it!

Here, have a cookie…

Intermission…

A soccer referee holds up a red sign that says TIME OUT during a match.

I may need a few days, my friends. I know this sounds odd, but I’ve received some news that has me spinning.

As some know, and some may not, my childhood was a very difficult and painful journey. It has taken me most of my 57 years to recover.

Saturday night I was talking with my sweet friend, Christine, about how forgiveness works when you’ve been victimized by a loved one. Honestly, I told her that God has been steadily working within my heart for some time, regarding forgiveness over childhood trauma. It was a good conversation, I thought.

I felt certain that I’d come to terms with what my father did, what he was, and how I felt over it. As a woman of God, I seek daily to take every thought, motive, and action captive… holding it before scripture and aligning my spirit with that of my creator. This includes my views about forgiving my father for the vile things he did to me, my sister, my brother, my family, and a long laundry list of other victims. The man was a monster!

Yet, in scripture we are told that anytime we deviate from God’s will, it is considered a sin. God does not forgive some more than others… it’s a one and done… no having to re-ask for it again. So, if that’s true, my sin is no less than his in God’s eyes, right?!

Anyway, towards the end of the conversation, I stated that I figured I’d know when he passed. Don’t ask me why, but I thought there would be some great sign on the wind, or something akin to that scenario.

I had no idea what awaited me in our postbox when I got home yesterday, after a wonderful Easter celebration.

It was a letter from a funeral home.

He was gone.

I just stared at the letter for some moments, unsure what I was reading. Then it hit me, sort of like getting throat punched. I struggled to breath for a moment, and then burst into tears and ran for the shower.

What on earth was that all about?

Was it guilt?

Was it grief?

Or was it shock?

Maybe a bit of all of those emotions, rolled up into one giant ball of emotion. I don’t really understand my own heart in all of this, at this time.

I will not be writing this week, as I’m rather discombobulated, to put it frankly. I can’t say as I’m sure which way the wind is blowing right now.

I shall be reading, and commenting on what you’ve shared out on the feed, but no writing. I hate trying to write when my heart is a web of confusions. If you could afford me some time to collect myself, I’d really appreciate it.

Hugs

(2024) Depends on Who You Are…

Daily writing prompt
What animals make the best/worst pets?

I’ve a list longer than my arm, filled with the names and breeds of differing pets living under my roof, at one time or another. My life began in the country, so early years hold memories of horses, dogs, cats, mice, and a few birds.

Parenthood brought forth tanks of fish, hamsters, bunnies, snakes, rats and a number of additional birds. Most parents are familiar with raising and caring for their children’s pets. If the animal didn’t live in our home, it lived in one of my kids friends homes.

I’ve worked for a veterinarian that owned a menagerie of differing rare species, dropped on the clinics doorstep. I sometimes wonder how many ill prepared families offered up their pets to the nearest vet, neighbors barn, field, stream or toilet?

My point here, is this… there is no perfect answer, as to the best and/or worst pets to own! Only three things come to mind, in choosing the right or wrong companion for your family. Can you afford to provide it a healthy and safe environment, will you be prepared to love and care for it throughout its entire lifespan, and does it belong in a home or in the wild? Outside of those things, pet owning experiences are open to interpretation, if you know what I mean.

My personal favorites are, of course, dogs cats and horses… but I also boast a large barnyard of crazy adorable babes that I wouldn’t trade for the world!

Here, have a cookie…

Tomorrow is Sunday…

Yesterday was the day that the temple veil was torn in two

Today was a day of sorrow and confusion

A day where women wept, while men spoke in fearful whispers of things to come

Tomorrow will represent that Sunday morning, so long ago, when the women found the stone removed, leaving an empty tomb…

Tomorrow represents the day He met them on the road…

The day that our creator gave us the most precious gift ever given… eternal life, without fear, shame, or condemnation. We were given the blood of God’s own precious son, to wash over our very souls, and cleansing us of all sin. We have been bought and paid for by Jesus, himself.

I praise God for such a perfect gift… oh so costly, but so very necessary! Without Jesus sacrifice, we would be condemned to death, claimed by Satan, himself. That’s a gift worth celebrating, wouldn’t you agree.

I wanted to share a very heartfelt, and sincere, Happy Easter! I send out my greetings today, as I won’t be online tomorrow. For the first time in nearly twenty years, I’ll be joining my sweet friend, Christine, for a sunrise service at her church. It’s time. No obligation, no signing of any contracts, just worship and fellowship. What better time to re-enter the whole church scene than an early Sunrise Easter Service. I’m looking forward to the music, the word, and if I’m truthful, some good human contact.

Have a beautiful day tomorrow, all of you.

God Bless!

Hugs

Egg hunting should be an Olympic sport…

Daily writing prompt
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

Tell me you wouldn’t binge watch videos of children’s antics during an Easter Egg hunt, but you’d be fibbing.

Watching one child take eggs out of the basket of another who isn’t looking, or following another child around, only to steal his or her egg find? You’ve never watched? It’s a riot! I’d binge watch that Olympic sport for hours, if I could.

An egg hunt is the best place to determine whose going to be the next pastor, and/or who will be the next politician… just sayin!

How bout them cookies?