Friday, January 5, 2018

One Book is enough, but a thousand books is not too many!

 Martin Luther

A late-night knocking at the door—late for us, at least—jolts us awake: me screaming, Maya barking, and Gerry calmly pulling on a pair of jeans to answer it. Wide awake when the commotion settles down and unable to fall back asleep, I read and pray and finally doze off long after my husband and the Yorkie are breathing the gentle rhythmic breath of slumber. As a result I wake later than I like this morning with that “behind again” feeling.

Bread dough rises in the kitchen. Soon, I’ll form it into loaves for the final rise so we can enjoy fresh warm bread with homemade soup for a lunchtime visit with Gerry’s sister and her husband.

The woman cave calls. I’m working on a piece of creative non-fiction and trying to trim about a thousand words. It’s work I love: “killing my darlings” as William Faulkner so aptly put it.

I have a quarterly report to compile, a decision to make, and an article to put together for Story Circle Network. They fall to the bottom of the pile in favour of the writing project but I must tend to them in the next day or so.

And I must sit.

I begin each day with scripture reading and study, meditation on the truth, and prayer. These things set the tone for my day and, In turn, my intentions and my life. They shape who I am, how I am, and what I do with the time I am given in this world.

I watched a fascinating program in Netflix last evening about the life of Martin Luther that left me thinking about the difference one imperfect (and, make no mistake, Luther was far from perfect) man can make when he hears and heeds the call of the Divine. It left me hungry, and it was with that hunger that I picked up my Kindle and turned to scripture in the sleepless hours last night; there I found Love.

Again and always.

And so, on this morning where I feel behind before I begin I choose, with deliberation, what gets my attention. I return to words that have the power to change a man, a woman, a generation, and a world. And me.

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Simple happy.

The non-traditional tree: still up, staying up for a while longer.

Jigsaw puzzles.


Dried oranges.

The end of the Christmas junk food.



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Dear Linda, we are both fortunate that we can sit still and listen. Peace.

    1. Indeed, we could all use a strong measure of still our lives. Wishing you a peaceful 2018,Dee.

  2. You are always right to turn to scripture, day or night. Peace and joy in the new year!

    1. Same to you, Marian!

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