What is this world coming to?

I went to my nephew's high school graduation on friday evening. At this graduation ceremony i heard more scripture than i have heard lately, including church. imagine, a public high school having speeches that amounted to sermons at a graduation ceremony, and i say BRAVO!!!!! what a courageous group of young people to buck a system that tries to tell them they can't include something as integral to their personhood as their religion in a ceremony as important as their graduation. these young people were eloquent, well spoken and well read, using quotes from the bible, historical figures and noted authors, and unashamedly worshipped God in their speeches. Their parents deserve compliments for a job well done and even thanks from a society who will be the recipients of their leadership and contributions. So, what is the world coming to? i don't know, but i know how "The Book" ends. In the mean time, i'm thankful that there are still young men and women willing to share their faith with conviction and strength. May God bless and keep them and give them bright futures.

A Confession of sorts

it is already 8:25am. I have been awake, off and on, since 3:30 this morning. That is nearly 5 hours of waste. I'm ashamed. I have so much work to do and i wasted, flagrantly, five precious hours that God, in His infinite mercy, chose to give me. And i will never get it back.

That is shameful to me and that, along with my "reminder from God" this morning is what has prompted this "confession of sorts". My reminder from God said "Empty your vessels quickly. So much retained by you so much less will be gained from Me." Did you get that? "quickly" He says. And yes, i realize that it isn't God almighty sending the reminders but i also believe that He is in control of what comes before me. The devotionals i receive, the reminders i receive, the daily readings i do; they all have a message for such a time as this, no matter what the time or circumstance. and yes, i know that that is due in part to my belief and reception, but i digress.
My confession is this, if it isn't already glaringly obvious: I'm A Procrastinator!

Oh i hate it!! I have battled with this in my personal life for as long as i can remember. When i lament of this to my husband and close friends, they don't get the importance of this to me. They think i'm being too hard on myself and maybe even a little silly. "Just do it then" they'll say. Only, it isn't that simple for me and i can't figure out why. I don't even really care why, i just want to stop doing this. The reason it bothers me so much is that i know that our time is the one thing we can't get back once it is gone. We can get and lose fortunes, we can have and lose love and still have the memories and loving feelings, but once time is gone- it is gone. and with that knowledge, i wasted five precious hours this morning. and guess what i still have? more than five hours of writing, administrative tasks and other personal tasks. uuuggghhhh!

The thing that really gets me is that i actually WANT TO DO THESE THINGS! It isn't just writers block, because i have so many ideas that i can't sleep most nights. It isn't that i don't think these projects are worthy; some of them are several writing projects including a novel, creating a summer schedule for my girls and me, getting our Second Chances Farm story and photos together for our Barn Raising on June 14, finishing one dear daughters 4H record book, and finishing the data entry project for the Relay for Life. All very worthy of my time. All very necessary in my life. All, still here in various stages of completion- or unaccomplished- as it were.

So- what do i do with this? Because now i find myself with no time left- as deadlines are once again looming (and one is past)- and a mountain of stuff to do. This, for me, equals OVERWHELMED!

I can't wait till my office is finished so i can lock myself away when i need to work. when i want to work. when the ideas are louder than my dreams and wake me with a jolt, then hold me in the bed with a vice like grip. I hope many come to our Barn Raising and God blesses this day in ways even i cannot imagine. Then, maybe then, i will have my writing space and thus end this vile shortcoming in my character. I only pray that somehow, God will see fit to redeem the time i've wasted and use it for His Glory.

Midday Musings

The movie Sex and The City comes out tomorrow night and i have a confession; i want to go see it. Eeeek/ Gasp/ Oh the horror. I know. I know. I'm not supposed to like that show because it is about sex; unmarried, wild and wanton. But the thing that i like about the show, (and i have to admit here, i didn't watch it on HBO because i didn't have HBO when the series was on, i have only seen it on late night re-runs) is the friendship between the women. I enjoy so much their honesty with one another, their forgiveness of one anther's sins, their strengths and their weaknesses. I enjoy the way they stand up for one another and even for themselves. The only thing i don't like about the show is the sex, and really, isn't that a small thing? Okay, it isn't a small thing because The Bible warns against immorality, and promiscuity is immoral. That is why i won't go see the movie. But i wish that i could because i would love to see Carrie Bradshaw live happily ever after. If only they could make a show about my homeschooling friends. They are funny and lively and are easy to relate to. They have the banter, the reality, the silliness. I'll bet in some circles it would sell well and we wouldn't have to wash our conscience out with soap after watching it. But what sort of title would it have? Hmmmmm- something to ponder till next time.

What to Say?

Oh what to say as a blogger. This is such a new thing to me that i find myself hesitant to say anything. I suppose that was one of the reasons for jumping into this; facing my fear of publishing rejection.

Since nothing note worthy happened in my little world today, I have decided to post something i wrote a few months ago because it proves to be more true as time passes.

This Writing Thing- by Andora Henson

There’s more to this writing thing
Than getting the words on paper

It is being vulnerable and naked before an unknown host is scary
being open to attack
Everyone has an opinion

There’s more to this writing thing than selling a piece.
There’s the sense of loss that accompanies the sending off of the manuscript
Like the loss you feel at that last push of birth.
The child is no longer your own-
The bond is broken
Or at the very least, changed

This writing thing begins long before the words hit the paper
Before the ink and the blood spills

The conception is much more involved and lasts longer too.
There’s more to this writing thing than words.


Okay- so it isn't Keats or Browning, but there it is anyway.

Peace- A