For several years, I’ve planned to write a Christmas novella during the month of February. I was ahead of the game in 2023, but that was also a year of a six-room remodel. Since it’s a sequel, actually the third in a series, I began the current story in 2023. But God’s timing didn’t bring that to completion until this past March, two weeks later than my personal deadline for a first version. I have yet to submit Christmas Fulfilled to my editor and publisher.
Ah, God’s timing.
He chose for me to be born in the month of April. And He chose for me to be born again on April 20, 1976. That date seems like a lifetime ago.
According to some, I turn a rather milestone age this year. A celebration of sorts should be in the works, right? The only thing I’ve come up with so far is to start reading my journals. I’ve kept them since the early 1980s. Who knows what I might discover. Will I even identify with that younger version of myself?
I will face the challenge with anticipation. That anticipation could be gleaning a few notes and tossing the voluminous pages so my children won’t feel guilty if they store them and don’t open the covers. I can’t help but wonder if any of my children are even interested in who I was way back when. A product of the sixties, does my take on events even matter in today’s twenty-first century?
Historical authors dig through antique stores, state and town historical records, even museums, to gather fodder for their imaginations of times long past. Rubies and diamonds, wealth for the curious and imaginative recorded, for sure.
This is an exciting April for a big reason. I am looking forward to May, at which time the first two of my four nonfiction devotional poems will release. I still marvel at how the Lord works. Some readers may be tired of hearing me say the year 2020 didn’t signify the pandemic for me as much as months of pain. For reasons known only to God we grow during those painful times and in my case, I filled journals with lines of verse based on Scripture.
I mentioned early in the year that I chose ANTICIPATION as my word for the year. Much as I recognize joy of life eternal thanks to the Resurrection (Easter was not in April this year), I can’t help but look forward to the coming months. God knows what’s ahead, and that assurance keeps me going.
One of my favorite choruses is from the Gaither song, “Because He Lives.”
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!
Ah, God’s timing.
He chose for me to be born in the month of April. And He chose for me to be born again on April 20, 1976. That date seems like a lifetime ago.
According to some, I turn a rather milestone age this year. A celebration of sorts should be in the works, right? The only thing I’ve come up with so far is to start reading my journals. I’ve kept them since the early 1980s. Who knows what I might discover. Will I even identify with that younger version of myself?
I will face the challenge with anticipation. That anticipation could be gleaning a few notes and tossing the voluminous pages so my children won’t feel guilty if they store them and don’t open the covers. I can’t help but wonder if any of my children are even interested in who I was way back when. A product of the sixties, does my take on events even matter in today’s twenty-first century?
Historical authors dig through antique stores, state and town historical records, even museums, to gather fodder for their imaginations of times long past. Rubies and diamonds, wealth for the curious and imaginative recorded, for sure.
This is an exciting April for a big reason. I am looking forward to May, at which time the first two of my four nonfiction devotional poems will release. I still marvel at how the Lord works. Some readers may be tired of hearing me say the year 2020 didn’t signify the pandemic for me as much as months of pain. For reasons known only to God we grow during those painful times and in my case, I filled journals with lines of verse based on Scripture.
I mentioned early in the year that I chose ANTICIPATION as my word for the year. Much as I recognize joy of life eternal thanks to the Resurrection (Easter was not in April this year), I can’t help but look forward to the coming months. God knows what’s ahead, and that assurance keeps me going.
One of my favorite choruses is from the Gaither song, “Because He Lives.”
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!
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