Dear Lord –
Forgive me where I need to be forgiven.
Help me where I need to be helped.
Be patient with me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.
Amen.
[And that's where my 2009 journal ends. I remember getting really sick, and really depressed, and trying to get back on the depression drugs and getting even sicker... and that's the end of my year.]
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
December 2, 2009
Where does the story of a life begin? Is it just a sequential recitation of facts, from earliest memories and plodding inexhorably to death? What if I don't know where my story is headed yet? I'm right in the midst of it, and without some sort of direction/ resolution/ redemption, there is no artistry, no purpose in the telling.
Or is it a series of flashbacks, vignettes?
Christian just chimed in: When Jesus comes – what is your response?
Apparently this is the trajectory Christian and Ryan are taking for the remainder of this Advent (perhaps into Epiphany) season. So, what is my response? How does it impact my world?
Or is it a series of flashbacks, vignettes?
Christian just chimed in: When Jesus comes – what is your response?
Apparently this is the trajectory Christian and Ryan are taking for the remainder of this Advent (perhaps into Epiphany) season. So, what is my response? How does it impact my world?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
still December 1, 2009
Sitting in the living room by the fire with Christian before dawn, Jack snoozing on the floor at his feet, Scout half-heartedly complaining about her furry early morning life... Christian has suggested that I start trying to write my story. Let's see...
Stories, and the telling of them, begin in the most unlikely of places. (If I really do get motivated to commit my story, unfictionalized, to paper, can I use Kate DiCamillo's literary device of addressing the Reader? "I think, reader, that...") Or perhaps inserting the Narrator into the plot line, a la A.A. Milne...
It looks cold. The morning sunlight is sparkling in the frost on the roof shingles. Too cold yet to face scurrying around hanging Christmas lights on the Cryder house...
Last meeting of the Galatians Explorers group last night, and final Membership group meeting tonight – then Sabbath month for the holidays. The year is winding down. What's next?
Stories, and the telling of them, begin in the most unlikely of places. (If I really do get motivated to commit my story, unfictionalized, to paper, can I use Kate DiCamillo's literary device of addressing the Reader? "I think, reader, that...") Or perhaps inserting the Narrator into the plot line, a la A.A. Milne...
It looks cold. The morning sunlight is sparkling in the frost on the roof shingles. Too cold yet to face scurrying around hanging Christmas lights on the Cryder house...
Last meeting of the Galatians Explorers group last night, and final Membership group meeting tonight – then Sabbath month for the holidays. The year is winding down. What's next?
December 1, 2009
Happy Advent!
Yes, it officially kicked off on Sunday, but December 1st also feels true. Amazing how reluctant I am nowadays to go home, even briefly, but a field trip is in order, (in order) to snatch the key elements of Christmastide from Potomac and initiate their migration into town.
Thanksgiving went well. I've been down a lot lately, but that may be just hormone-storm from a crazy cycle. It's good to be intentionally celebrating Advent again – this "book" I stressed so much much over while compiling may prove to be worth the hours and sweat after all!
Yes, it officially kicked off on Sunday, but December 1st also feels true. Amazing how reluctant I am nowadays to go home, even briefly, but a field trip is in order, (in order) to snatch the key elements of Christmastide from Potomac and initiate their migration into town.
Thanksgiving went well. I've been down a lot lately, but that may be just hormone-storm from a crazy cycle. It's good to be intentionally celebrating Advent again – this "book" I stressed so much much over while compiling may prove to be worth the hours and sweat after all!
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