Without fail, whenever God inspires me to write a thing for His purpose… this child gets hammered with adversity! Every distraction the enemy thinks might pull me away from my task, rises from out of thin air, it seems.

You know how I’ve been gushing about how wonderful and peaceful it’s been, during this phase of homeless hotelling? I think I may have let my guard down, what with all the fluffy white pillows and complimentary services.

Three different times, during my finishing touches on an important piece of writing, housekeeping staff walked into our room, as if we’d already checked out! Finally, we locked the door and went back to our activities. I kid you not, literally within less than two hours of publishing the first episode of Matters of the Heart, our room phone buzzed. When I answered it, the woman at the front desk stated that we were supposed to have checked out, and left. After briefly explaining that as far as we were aware, we were expected to stay until the end of November, she said that she would confirm it and call me back. She never did.

As of yet, no one has said a word to us, so I can assume they corrected any confusion on their end. However, the damage had already been done! From the moment I answered that phone call, my whole system did an emergency evac!

Both Fibro and IBS have fully left the reservation, and have been running across the prairie, throwing spears around willy nilly!

My sleep is fully upended itself, leaving me exhausted, sore and incredibly nauseous. No amount if lidocaine patches and hot showers will appease Fibro, and she has full on attacked IBS with a vengeance!

Do I regret publishing the first part of a series I feel led to write? Absolutely not! Will I push ahead… oh yes!

Satan hates it when we do, or say, anything that might further the kingdom of God… and if I make the creature feel agitated, frustrated, angry or most assuredly, very scared… I’m in!

I am so sick and tired of being swayed by fear over that which God has already had a firm handle on, from the beginning!

With every word that I type for God’s purpose, I wish to think on things as Paul did… he counted it all JOY!

My barnyard babies aren’t the only ones struggling with things they don’t fully understand, so perhaps that is why I discovered Nugget, one of the little dreamers, snuggled within my sock drawer the other morning.

Sometimes, solace comes in different shapes and sizes… God always knows what we need. For me, today I shall take solace beside the sea with a friend…