When was the last time you received a hand-written letter or note in the mail? Once in a while I get a thank you note or invitation. But I think for the most part the world is all about emails and texts. They don't even teach or encourage cursive in schools anymore. How sad. I miss the art of using pen and paper and I appreciate when someone takes the time to use them. I received a wonderful hand-written note the other day from an unexpected source. It meant more than any email or text could. (Dear Mr & Mrs Cline, My name is Jane Ellen, an RN with WAMC. This past week I had the honor of serving your daughter, Laura. Know that she has a knowledgeable compassionate physician, and a loving nursing staff. She has been prayed for and will continue to be throughout her … [Read more...] about The Power of the Pen
Sometimes there are hurdles you can’t jump over. Sometimes the cracked doors are not going to open all the way. And it’s a certainty that man’s plans will never trump God’s. Facing failure is not usually an enjoyable experience. I’ve never met anyone who said, “I like this feeling of falling flat on my face.” I have known some who pick themselves up more quickly than others, or are able to use failure to a bigger advantage. But for the most part, failure is an enemy to us humans. I’ve always been a risk taker. Having taken a leap into many ventures, there have been some colossal failures. I find that the older I get, the less likely I am to jump into the boiling pot of risk. I am a bit more leery of being scalded than I used to be. I find myself growing … [Read more...] about Failure…friend or foe?
Been thinking a lot about pain the last few weeks. I recently finished a wonderful book by Jamie Ford titled Songs of Willow Frost. At the end of the book he said this: “I was an aspiring writer, fumbling for years with this thing called fiction, but too often I had nothing of substance to write about. It was only after I’d collected enough scars that I found the expository canvas on which to paint my stories…” Considering my recent, and ongoing, pain of my daughter’s cancer diagnosis, this quote hit home for me as a writer. Some people seem to go through life with very little strife, or tragedy, or pain. I have had people in my life who appeared to have avoided a lot of the pain I have experienced. I often wondered why some are “spared” while some are … [Read more...] about Pain…the good it can do
April 27, 2016 The call no parent wants to get. The imaginings that every mother lives through. The question to God that always follows devastating news. Those things filled my world last week. Waiting a week for test results was hard for my daughter. She tends to hold things in. Like me. She worried about her own daughters, wondering what might happen in a worst-case scenario. Even though she is a strong woman, I knew she would have a hard time with news I felt in my gut would come. So what now? More waiting for more test results, more questions, more asking why. Then the day will come when she must go under the surgeon’s knife, and her life will forever change. No, not forever. There is the praise. In the forever part of our lives, we will be perfect. No disease, no … [Read more...] about When Your Child Gets Cancer
April 14, 2016 Even trapeze artists occasionally fly without a net. They risk their lives, trusting their skills and training to keep them from falling. I've often wondered at what point did they roll up the net and fly free without something to catch them if they miss the bar. How good do they have to be before they trust their instincts and talents? I've been learning some news things through my recent book launch and subsequent planning of another book. One is that I learned more about writing than I thought I had. All I have absorbed during the studying of the craft, the coaching, and the workshops and classes, is finally starting to show in my writing. The foundation has been laid, and the house of prose I'm building is on pretty steady ground. But I also stand ready to … [Read more...] about Do You Work Without A Net?