Live Wire…

Well, I’ve finally left the book of Leviticus, after what seemed like chapter after chapter of lists and rules… and the Israelites hadn’t even left Mt. Sanai yet! All my life of reading the bible, I will admit that I often perused over the tops of most of the chapters that only seemed to offer who begot whom, or what not to do if you want to please God. I know what a loving God I belong to, but most of Exodus and Leviticus seemed to be filled with information about a very angry God systematically thumbing the Israelites faces into the dirt. It seemed awfully harsh of God, to drag over a million plus people, raised in bondage for over 400 years, out into the middle of the desert for some hardcore basic training… maybe it was. 

Then again, 400 or plus years of bad habits can be hard to undo!

If you remember, I mentioned when I began this read through of the bible, I’d be reading it slower and more thoroughly this time. No more relying on movies or plays that depict what the people of Israel endured in that time. If you didn’t remember… well, now you are reminded. If it says in 2 Timothy 3:16 that ALL scripture is God breathed, then I want to fully read and open myself to the full package!

While I do spend a portion of my study, checking different biblical and educational sites to gather more context, and the like… one actually can find most answers from different places within the Bible, itself. Often times, you will find me reading from multiple places within the word, during a single reading. Don’t get to thinking that I read for some grand number of hours a day, like a monk or something, as that wouldn’t be realistic at all! Truthfully, my bible reading time is usually around an hour, or maybe two at most… and some days I may have circumstances that prevent any reading time, at all. My point is to reflect that I move around a great deal, while reading through the Bible. There is no easy way for me to read about who begot whom, for an hour or two straight… No Way!

As I was reading in the book of Romans the other day, I came across a passage in chapter 7, where Paul was talking about the very thing going through my mind after wrapping up my study of the book of Leviticus. Romans 7:13 says, “Did that which is good, then, become death to me? By no means! But in order that sin might be recognized as sin, it produced death in me through what was good, so that through the commandment sin might become utterly sinful.” I would really recommend that you read the whole of chapter 7, in order to get a more complete understanding of what Paul was explaining about sin and the law. The answer that formed in my mind, regarding all those rules and regulations God was setting down for the Israelites… you can’t fix a thing if you don’t know it’s broken.

Where do you think the saying, you are like those you associate with, came from? Doing a wrong thing, enough times, will eventually make it not seem so bad. Millions of parents have enlisted the above phrase, while lecturing their offspring of the dangers to hanging with the wrong friends. This makes me think of the hundreds of years that God’s people spent with the Egyptians, even if they were in bondage, allowing wickedness to become commonplace in the eyes of the Israelites. God’s people were slowly and methodically desensitized to all manner of sin… they unfortunately, were becoming like the Egyptians in which they served.

We struggle with this form of desensitization, even today, as it has enmeshed itself within our society, from what we watch on television, what we are taught in schools, and how we are treated in churches, and by our own Government. The world still tries to systematically undo our ability to decide right from wrong. The struggle the Israelites were facing all those years ago, seems to mirror much of the world today. Too easily, we readily compromise our values on a daily basis, seeking to blend in peacefully with those around us. We have found ourselves in a never ending loop of, if you can’t beat em, join em mentality. 

As God was preparing the Israelites for the journey ahead of them, He had no time for endless loops of ignorant thinking among His people… the journey was just beginning for them, and it would not be easy. God intended to travel with and dwell among His people along this journey, so it was imperative that the Israelites leave all their internal bondage behind with the external slave mentality. This was not the place for fake it til you make it spirituality! 

While that was Old Testament, and we now live in the New Testament times, with Christ Jesus blood to cover our sins, God’s holiness and His laws remain the same. We must guard against using this as an excuse to approach God, in His holiness, while associating and participating in things we aught not to be doing… even down to the tiny things that seem miniscule to our conscience. 

The walk, the talk, the living and the breathing… even the reading of who begot whom, as well as, exactly how many cubits high and wide of a thing, should still be valuable and important to the child of God reading. Personally, I am going to glean as much as possible from those scriptures way back then, to sustain and nourish my Christian walk in these modern days that we now live. 

God put all that stuff in His word for more reasons than I shall ever fully understand, so I will seek to study as slowly as I must, in an effort to read ALL of it!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

I’m So Glad You Asked…

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Daily writing prompt
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

Sometimes too many words spoken, can spoil the beauty of the message, so I will keep my prompt answer short, and to the point…

Let all that I am praise the LORD; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name. Let all that I am praise the LORD; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies. Psalm 103: 1-5

Have a muffin this morning… I don’t feel like cookies today, do you?

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Blueberry muffins, with those little crumbly bits on the top, have to be my all time favorite muffin… what’s yours?

Note To Self…

Bad Habits…

When someone brings up the question of bad habits, many would give go to answers, regarding all sorts of things in themselves they find distasteful or negative. Usually, the habit or habits named will come in the form of a physical or verbal example, i.e., swearing to much, gossiping too much, drinking too much, sleeping around too much.. I think you see where this is going.

There is a sizeable amount of responses that go further inland towards the heart, like, talking too much, praying too selfishly, judging others too quickly, becoming angry too quickly, choosing self over others too often… stuff like this.

Sadly, not enough of us take the time to go deeper still, to the fertile soil of our heart, taking our shoes off and walking between the rows of our neatly tended, or sometimes neglected, character… the roots of us, nestled deeply within our vessel.

Personally, I don’t give a hooey about my surface traits! Don’t get me wrong, as I am far from perfect. What I mean is that, what you see on the surface of me is merely, the result of what is embedded deeply within my vessel. You on the outside of me, only see the surface of this garden, while I on the other hand usually can be found wandering around my own mid level garden, picking the flowers that I find beautiful, quickly snipping off the dead or dying growth that is visible… if anyone comes seeking me, I want this garden to look as lovely and as inviting as possible, so you’ll stay awhile.

It takes a great amount of effort and dedication for humans, myself included, to spend time barefoot in our own gardens of the heart, pulling out the weeds that choke out all the beautiful and fragrant flowers, up above, in the mid level of our vessel. 

The secret to all the surface stuff… is to keep the garden safe, clean, and fertile for tending the healthy growth of what reaches the sun, or at least the light of day.

I know I have just waxed poetic about tending our gardens, making it seem as if I have it all figured out… well, I don’t! 

What I can say is this, knowing a thing, makes you think on a thing, thereby spending time with a thing, to become better at dealing with, or doing, a thing… say that ten times fast!

Sometimes, for myself, I get a bit tangled up in my surface, and/or even my midlevel bad habits, becoming exhausted with the work of it. When this happens I forget to take my shoes off and head for the garden. 

I find myself surrounded by loneliness, anger, lack of confidence, doubt, hopelessness… and I misplace my joy in all the mess.

Here is where my notes come in extremely handy!

Note To Self #25 reminds me that what I am shoveling around on the surface, is not who I really am, it’s just the result of FORGETTING who I really am!

“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” A.A. Milne

The List Goes On and On My Friend…

The older I get, the more things I add to the list of bygone days…

Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

There was camping, swimming, biking, hiking,

Barbies, babies, drinking, dancing, horse riding,

motorcycles, mopeds, sand dune climbing, river rafting,

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drive-in theatres, frat parties, sunbathing,

boy chasing, love making, chance taking…

Just call me the Risk Junkie, cause if it looked scary, I’d be trying to do it!

It’s like that song about the song that never ends, my list does in fact go on and on and on…

Life changes for us all on that big wheel of time, and while some things change or disappear as we get older, we still find plenty of activities and hobbies to bring us pleasure, they might just look a bit different.

I might not bike and hike like I used to, nor can I “CAMP” without a mattress inside of an RV, but I do walk along a lovely river in the woods nearly every day, leaving me filled with just as much pleasure being outdoors, as it did back in the day.

I could go back through my whole list of things I did when I was younger, explaining to you how each one of them has changed over the years… but I suspect that your own lives come with similar lists. We are all on the same wheel of time, just at differing places on it’s cycles of motion.

Where one activity stops, slows, or loses my interest… another surfaces to bring me just as much joy and pleasure… just different, and maybe even better than that of the past. 

Just sayin,

Here, have a cookie…

Barnyard Business…

I just want to say that television has really fooled us into thinking that a writer just pulls up a chair to a typewriter and POOF!!! out comes a full size novel! Bunch of hooey!

Take for instance, Murder She Wrote, which made it look like the woman could write so freely that she had plenty of spare time to run around solving murders.

In the series Castle, the novelist was not only free to help solve crimes full time for the local PD, but when he did sit down to write, he could roll out half a novel in a weekend.

Movies and television always depict authors to have the capability to go into some fugue state, feverishly emptying a novel out onto the page in one fell swoop… or maybe it is just my own inexperience and lack of concentration that blocks me from magically pulling a 60,000 word dream out of my noggin overnight.

All I know is that I have days where I need to go back and re-imagine my own dream, so as to get it right on the page, for you the reader. I can see the framework of the entire dream, big important chunks of action, and all that… but it takes a great deal of time to think on the tiny details necessary, to bring my dream alive for You! 

This has to be one of the most difficult, yet, beautiful journeys of my life! The dedication and patience required to do something right, verses fast, has begun teaching me more about the joy in the journey. I’ve always been on RUN cycle, in every aspect of my life! I completed 4 years of high school in only 2 years, with an accumulated GPA of 3.91. I had 8 pregnancies in under 6 years, only three of which survived! This fast lane living was running my rear end over!

The years are teaching me that it is better to do a thing well, than to just get it done as fast as possible. As for writing a full size novel, I am just a baby learning to walk. Everything from chapter length, context, as well as my Punctuation Fairy tendencies, has to be taken into consideration while I attempt to put my dream to the page for you to experience. 

Add to my more attentive writing style, the daily Life Interruptus that nips at my heels, or sometimes my heart. There is a fine line between passionate writing and emotional writing, if you get my drift. Emotional writing distracts me from the true value and meaning of the dream I attempt to breath onto the page. My passion is where the story is, where my true heart rests. This is the part I seek to share with others as I write.

Writing also requires one to section off a part of the brain for this one dream, while the brain carries many many more dreams, ceaselessly screaming for my attention. Fortunately, being as isolated as I have been, as well as, living in life’s furnace of constant Interruptus’s, leaves me ample time to write on several things at once. And YES, I invented my own word spelling of “Interrupt”!

I have discovered that by slowing down in my efforts to tell this story, it gives it time to breath and deepen in richness of details that may have been lost, had I rushed through to the end. I think that you will be glad for the time I took to write, as it will bring you much pleasure in the time it takes you to read it!

Thursday Thoughts…

How free is free, anyway???

Free enough to keep, or keeping it because it was free?

If you don’t earn it yourself, will it just lay on your shelf?

If you don’t learn it yourself, it belongs to someone else!

If you pay for it, You’ll probably stay for it…

But if it’s merely handed, I’m going to be candid,

most things that are free, will soon cease to be…

For love to be of value, one must tend it with care,

don’t keep it or store it, way up on a shelf…

give some to all others, as it’s good for your health!

I’m Good, Thanks…

Sometimes, all that a break does… is slow you down! 

Daily writing prompt
Do you need a break? From what?

This tortoise is going to win the race… by sheer steady determination!

Oh sure, there are days that feel like I’m falling behind, sometimes even rolling backwards.

Other days may even leave me confused as to whether I am the tortoise or the hare… maybe there’s a bit of both in me, at times.

Whoever came up with the saying, slow and steady wins the race, had to have been in a similar race as mine! They most certainly had to have experienced much, if not more, of some of my own obstacles and roadblocks!

The point is… if I keep going slow and steady, I won’t be needing a break! 

This tortoise has an enormous dish of carrots and apples waiting at the finish line… and I am hungry!

My friend the hare ran too fast for too long, having to stop and take several breaks, so he will be along shortly! I’ll just set some of my goodies aside for him, once he gets here… I simply love to share my things with others, as a turtle can only eat so much lettuce and carrots, anyway!

Here, have a cookie….

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Wednesday Words…

I’ve decided that if I were to be any fictional cartoon character, it would be a fairy!

Not just any fairy, mind you, but a useful fairy that sprinkles good wherever she goes!

My official title would be Wiwohka the Word Writing Punctuation Fairy!

You know how you always see a fairy that uses her wand to sprinkle either happy dust, dreamy dust, or silly dust all over her subjects… well, it would be kind of like that, only with things like commas, periods and quotation marks!

Commas are my actual favorite and I love nothing more than to go over the words on my pages, generously sprinkling them here and there and everywhere! 

Do you remember the movie, Rise of the Guardians? It’s an adorable animated movie involving Santa and a few others trying to save children’s imagination from the evil schemes of a dream stealer… this is a very loose description of the movie because I don’t want to ruin it for those who haven’t seen it. 

Anyway, near the middle of the movie, there is a scene where they got a bit wild with the magic dust they were using, causing a bit of a kerfuffle! Ummm… sometimes I feel like that happens in my writing, with all the flying punctuations ricocheting off the ceiling in my literary loft.

If I were living in a fictional cartoon world, I suppose it would be perfectly normal to see my magic commas and quotations afloat in all the ponds, waterways, cereal bowls, and drinking glasses I can reach… but in the real world, well, not so much!

They made it look so easy back in school, when we were given a sentence to punctuate, a pencil to mark it up, and two hands to clap out the phrases to see how many places to put our commas. Perhaps this was the reason Captain Kirk always talked as if there were major gaps between every 3 or 4 words he spoke. 

Whatever it is that makes me over sprinkle my magic punctuation dust, too much of a good thing can become unhealthy, infecting all the other good ingredients on the page!

Currently, I am having my wand looked at, just in case it needs repair or an update to its magic software. 

If I am to be an imaginary cartoon fairy, then I shall strive to perform my punctuation Fairy duties to the best of my abilities!

Good Question for Google…

In honesty, Google can have this prompt question as far as I’m concerned!

I still hold to my commitment to being forthright and non flippant in my answers to the daily prompt questions, therefore, I wholeheartedly suggest you search Google for the answer to what is considered the most important invention in my life.

Daily writing prompt
The most important invention in your lifetime is…

Besides, I’m not dead yet so there is still time for something bigger or better to come… don’t blame me, blame the prompt for asking such an open ended question!

As I write to everyone on a daily basis, offering to share who I am to any who wish to take the time to get close with me, I highly doubt that my explanation about an important invention will be of any personal value to anyone. 

Therefore, I give to thee…

These cookies three…

All have been invented…

By the imagination of me…

Tuesday Tattler…

When I arrived at the office this morning, a letter was waiting on my desk. Folded delicately and wrapped in a soft yellow ribbon, the note shouted to me from across the room, since everyone here at WTL News is familiar with these notes wrapped in yellow ribbon. Our Benefactor always wraps His messages this way, so I quickly crossed the room and excitedly picked up the note to read its contents. 

This was the first correspondence I’d received since the office meeting last week, where I’d been promoted to being WTL’s first Time Traveling Journalist, so I was itching with curiosity and excitement for what might be inside the note. Could it be a traveling itinerary so soon? Or better yet, maybe it would instruct me to take an in depth training seminar, explaining exactly what my new position was? What exactly was I being expected to do, anyway? 

Sure, I am able to pack light and travel fast, capable of surviving out in the field for long periods of time. Interviewing folks and writing about it has always come easy to me, flowing from mind to page smoothly, as if I’d been born with a pen in my tiny hand. Ever since the office meeting, I’d been pondering what might be in store for this quirky girl from country, turned investigative columnist… or Time Traveling Journalist, as the new name plate on my desk boldly reflects.

The note from my Benefactor instructed me to report to the Archives Department, where I was to be given full access to all of WTL Historical Records for study! Apparently, I am to spend this entire week perusing all of the documents, making myself more familiar with all of our history. At the end of the week, I am to submit my first three choices in time, for my first On The Job Training assignment. 

My boss knows me so well, choosing to teach me hands on, as this is my natural way of really learning and remembering things. How better to figure out my new job, than to simply immerse myself in the task at hand. Reading a thing, talking about a thing, or even dreaming about a thing, doesn’t really make it work like it should until you DO the thing, if you get my way of understanding. 

With this in mind, I am off to the Archives to DO that which has been instructed so far, trusting that the records might reveal more of the What When Where and Who part of my new position. Personally, I have a handful of history participants that I have long since had a desire to investigate. Is it wrong to say that I already have a favorite in mind? She is someone that I’ve always found to be intriguing, as well as, incredibly selfless! I wonder how much I will be able to find on her in the records, as I’ve not found much in all my other research. 

Oh well, I shall report to the Archives for my assignment, trusting my Benefactor to make the right choice for me at the end of the week. I shall do my best to thoroughly study all that lay before me, selecting the top three destinations, even if my first choice isn’t the one He sends me toward. If nothing else, I can discover as much about her as I can, while searching through the records. Perhaps I can visit her at another time if things work out, as time it seems, has now become my career…