Time and Time again
I know a little bit more about time now that I’m over the hill, well, farther over the hill. I’ve decided that OVER THE HILL is the point in life where the days go by faster and faster.
Is it age or busyness?
Two weeks is forever when you’re waiting for something—like vacation. Or it can be barely enough time to look up from our everyday life to find it’s recycle day again. Didn’t I just put that box out yesterday? Time is one way we measure our lives. Somehow, I don’t think God does.
I admit to spending a good portion of my life obsessing over the day when I would be . . . where I wanted to be. (I'm getting really close.)
I don’t do that much obsessing any more. I’m willing to let it all happen in God’s good timing and frankly, the slower the better.
Mom was right. The older you get the faster time goes by. And we all agree on that cliché Time flies when you’re having fun. So am I having more fun? Or have I just learned to enjoy things more and be pleased with the everyday joys? Every moment is precious. After all, the difficult times pass, just like the good ones and there’s no sense wishing either along any faster.
As for the inkwell . . .
Having a blog takes time, right?
Well, to be ‘salable’ a manuscript must come with a writer who is willing to present it--practically perfect--and take responsibility for a much of their marketing, as well. Without a presence, we writers were supposedly handicapped in any effort to sell a book. Publishers supposedly want us to come with our own tribe. So Gina gets this idea to pull together a group of contest finalists and a-blogging we went. Blogging, tweeting, facebook-friending and building up our own platform—all this while writing and editing? Oh, and having a full time life with family responsibilities, church and community involvement, and maybe a job or two thrown in? Do this and you have a chance to be published—if your book is amazing and the market is right and . . . Once published, expect the responsibilities to double. What joy!
I’ve done what I can. Just haven’t finished the book. But the reason I came into this blog was all about the above reasons. Paving my path to publication. You know what? I might not get anywhere with this blogging stuff, but boy, did I find some wonderful new friends.
In the past year: I attended the ACFW conference and met some of my blog mates as well as many of the writers I knew only online. I was blessed to have my writing get the attention of a few agents and an editor or two. My mother’s health has been a giant roller coaster but, I was also blessed with a new grandson and the joys of watching my granddaughter go from a wobbly one year old to a confident, strong two year old person. My secure job was jolted into the new reality of zero funding and I waited six months to find out if I was going to have a job or not. I lost it, by the way, but got another one. I didn't take any time to worry.
So here I sit, celebrating my first blog-o-versary. My writing has improved, so has my confidence in it. God will do as He pleases with it, as I give it my best. I’ve learned to be okay with a lot more things. I've stopped being too busy to enjoy all my blessings.
And I've gained these amazing Inky sisters.
God only shows us what’s at our feet. We can look up and see Him but we can’t see what’s in our future, so we trust Him step by step. I’m excited to know that He has my ‘next year’ all figured out already and He’s preparing me for it. I’m not rushing toward my goals, but plan on enjoying each day a little bit more along the way. I’m taking my time. Slow and steady. Unless I'm racing my granddaughter down the slide.
Excerpts of Psalm 139: O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made, your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
I think God wants us to enjoy things more and stress a lot less, don't you?
What was the last event that caused you to stop racing and just try coasting for awhile? How long did it last? What little piece of joy have you worried away, or been too busy to enjoy?
Silly questions: When was the last time you went down a slide? played in a sandbox? listened, really stopped and listened to a bird's song?
Thanks for reading. God bless you all and a extra dose for the ladies of Inkwell Inspirations.
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