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One More Time

The most gratifying part of Blogging is the readers.

You never know who you’re gong to reach, or who your words will touch. The phrase, “I’m just gonna write in hopes that someone needs to read it”, has served me well. The good night’s sleep series was fun to write, but my reward was you reading it. You encouraged me with your comments to continue the path.

To just write about it one more time.

This wasn’t a planned series. What began as an experiment in August to find out why I wasn’t sleeping good was fun to share. So, I started with the main one being a good night’s sleep, and then you nudged me on toward the next one, until there were five!

A lot of you could relate to watching TV before bed, and there were a few that recalled those early days of the Twilight Zone. The original Twilight Zone, in black and white from the early 60’s, still haunts us. Maybe there was an episode entitled, ‘2020’ that never aired because it was too unbelievable. 🙂

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What truly thrills my soul is when you become inspired. You read something and feel a spark, and then you fan it until it grows into a flame to light the page. That is what happened with one of my Reader’s, and here’s part of his comment, “I’ve always been blessed with good sleep. In fact, I now wonder why I haven’t ever written about it. One thing for sure, placing a “do not disturb” rule on you phone doesn’t hurt!”~ Des from Think Ahead.

I don’t know many people who sleep good, so I encouraged him to teach us his ways by writing about it, and he did.

You can read Des’ Blog post entitled, Thankful For Every Good Night’s Sleep, here. Our list of sleep snatchers are similar, but Des showed me it really comes down to being thankful for every good sleep. It won’t be perfect and it doesn’t happen every night, but by doing what’s best to ensure it, it happens one more time.

What Kind of Writer Are You?

I can tell what you read, by how you write.

I have read all of Melody Beattie’s books, and am now finishing up two books by Marianne Williamson. My writing has evolved over time, but this is where I sit. In a calm, quiet space. Allowing the words to fall to the page.

Much like life itself, there aren’t many rules for me.

I’ve tried making a schedule like I do for work, but no joy there. Writing is a large part of who I am, so it comes from the heart. It’s a feeling I get, like I can feel the words welling up inside me. There is no schedule for that.

I’ve tried writing for other people, and that doesn’t work either. I cannot become something I’m not.

When we first moved to this little house near the city, I thought it would be fun to write for a local paper. Not a big one, just a small town vibe.  I called one and gained valuable insight. I spoke with the editor and told him I am a writer and would like to write about the town. I would share my stories with him, and he could place them in the community section of the paper.

He asked, “Are you a journalist, or someone who writes, and calls himself a writer?”

Come to find out, a journalist has to be news savvy. I haven’t watched the news in years and don’t read a paper. I was grateful for our conversation and happy to have spoken with him. He confirmed what I already knew. I’m a writer.

The only thing I need to know that would be newsworthy is, “When is Jesus coming back?” I’m pretty sure we will know.

So, “What kind of writer are you?”

Keep Planting Seeds

I have been pondering ‘discouragement’. There are a lot of people out there who are becoming discouraged in life. Mainly, I am seeing writer’s allow it to imprison their gift.

Writing is a gift. For me, it’s a way God can work through me to say something to you. I don’t spend hours developing a Blog, and I don’t do any research, unless it’s to look up a word for the correct usage. It’s just a matter of sitting down in front of this screen, and letting the words flow from my heart, through my fingers, onto this keyboard.

It’s Springtime, and this always makes me want to plant a garden. This house came with a fenced in area for that purpose. I gaze out my kitchen window, and imagine seeing raised beds full of veggies. My father was a gardener, and I’ve had gardens in the past.

Today, I have no desire to tend to it. It a lot of work, and combine that with the Texas heat, and it’s a big, ‘no thank you.’ I’d rather plant seeds of encouragement. As writer’s, we plant a seed every time we click the ‘Publish’ button. The seeds are our words.

Who will harvest our crop? That, we don’t know, but I will keep planting until God tells me different. Just by writing when we feel the urge, and casting it out on the Internet, God has the opportunity to use it. Use the gift God gave you. Keep planting seeds.

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