Sunday, November 16, 2008


I'll have been on medical leave nine weeks Tuesday--plenty of time for writing inspiration to descend. But, alas, very little has. I've started a couple articles, but they've sputtered to a halt. One bright spot in my writing world: Chicken Soup editors are considering one of my pieces in their upcoming book: "Chicken Soup for the Twins' Soul." It'll be my first for them. I'm excited.

I've wondered what brings inspiration on, but I've yet to figure that out. Generally, reading great books gives me a bit of fire and makes me want to write great things. I guess I still don't really see myself as a "writer"--even after years of contributing to The Dallas Morning News and other top newspapers. A songwriter, yes. But not just a writer writer. I have my moments, but the words haven't flowed in a while.

Life has seasons. Maybe my writing season has come and gone. I hope not, but when one door closes, another door opens. I'm confident of that.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

This and That

The blahs hung over my head all day yesterday. Maybe it was due to the rain. Maybe it was due to some personal issues, or the direction my country is headed in. However, God is greater than any mountain anywhere. If we had hope in this life only....what miserable creatures we would be. My hope is in Christ Jesus.

Voice update: I still sound a bit like froggy, and my volume is limited, but I plan to return to work on the 24th, Lord willing. I've enjoyed my time away, but I'm ready to get back on a schedule.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Sunday Musings

Those who know me well know that one of my wishes when I get to heaven is to know God's Plan A for my life. Some of the detours I took are easy to identify, but what were the myriad small things that should have been done that I didn't do? How did I get from Plan A to Plan Y, and what rewards did I forfeit along the way?

Maybe there are those who've never veered from the paths of righteousness or those whose children have never wandered off the King's Highway, but I'm not in that elite group of believers. I've failed umpteen times, and I still struggle with right and wrong.

But, in the midst of my many weaknesses, I have peace knowing my Heavenly Father loves me without condition. No matter how far off the path I roam, just a glance in his direction, and he comes running to assist me with whatever needs I have. What a blessed child I am.