Got the results

I got the results of the first writing contest I ever entered. I finished 3rd out of 19 entries in the beginner level. Not bad. Already working on my next entry. Looking to improve. I’m trying something different on this one. I’ll let you see it when it’s ready.

By the way, I set a goal for this month to get at least one view everyday. I have none yet today, that’s why I’m putting this out there without much substance. Just sayin’.

I Wrote Something

I mentioned a couple of weeks ago that I needed to start writing more than just babbling complaints in my journal. Well, in an effort to find some prompts to help me do that, I found a Christian writers’ site, several actually. But one in particular has drawn my attention. They hold a weekly writing challenge. I entered. I’ve been trying to wait until I know how I did before posting my entry, but I just can’t wait anymore. Besides, I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter how I do, that can be fodder for another post here. If I’m “short” of writing material, I should be seeking ways to create more.

The challenge puts out a topic each week. Once it hits, entries are accepted for one week. You must write new material, no using something you’ve already written. Length must be between 150 and 750 words. Those are the only criteria for entry. The first topic I wrote for is “I surrender all, (don’t write about the song).” So, here it is. My first ever official writing challenge entry. Hope you enjoy.

What Would You Do For Me?

“I surrender all.” I’ve said it dozens of times. Dozens upon dozens. Maybe even hundreds now. Each time there’s a call to the altar, I say it again. “I surrender all, LORD. I give it all to You. I’ll go anywhere You want. I’ll do anything You want. Just tell me.”

Yes, I’ll do whatever You want, LORD. Just don’t make me work with kids. I don’t like kids. They’re so . . . young and immature. Mission trip to Paraguay?!? Sure, I’ll go. I’ve never been out of the U.S., I don’t speak Spanish, I’ve not even been Christian for a year. Yeah, that’s way out of my comfort zone, but I’ll do it for You, God, as long as there are no children involved. By the way, what will we be doing?

Uh, what!!?? Vacation Bible School!? Isn’t that…? I love You and Your sense of humor. Let’s do this thing!!

Yes, I’ll do whatever You want, LORD. Just don’t make me work with kids. I don’t like kids. They’re so . . . young and rowdy. Mission trip to Haiti?!? Sure, I’ll go. I don’t know Creole and I’ve heard it’s a scary place full of voodoo and walking dead. It’s out of my comfort zone, but I’ll do it for You, God, as long as there are no children involved. By the way, what will we be doing?

Uh, what!!?? Helping out at any all girls orphanage, a children’s hospital and another orphanage for profoundly handicapped children? Say WHAT!??! Your sense of humor is out of this world, LORD. But I was blessed in Paraguay, so, let’s do this thing!

Yes, I’ll do whatever You want, LORD. Just don’t make me work with kids. I don’t like kids. They’re so . . . young and boisterous. Mission trip to Tanzania?! Sure, I’ll go. Isn’t that in Africa, the dark continent? I’ve never been half way around the world, I don’t speak Swahili, and I’m terrified of creepy, crawly, scary things. It’s out of my comfort zone, but I’ll do it for You, God, as long as there are no children involved. By the way, what will we be doing?

A feeding station for nearly 400 street children? Really? Anything else, like maybe something withOUT children? Yeah, like that, a destitute camp for adults. That’s much more up my alley. I can do that. But why is it that they are destitute? Oh, it’s really a leper colony, but it’s politically incorrect to call it that. That’s way outside my comfort zone. I am continually amazed at Your sense of humor, LORD. Let’s do this thing.

You’ve called me to work with the youth group at my church. You’ve called me to start a Bible study for teenagers. You’ve called me, a young in the LORD, white female, to teach pastors in India. You’ve called me to a medical mission in the war zone of Ukraine. Each time You call, I tell You, “I surrender all to You.” I’ve offered up my time, my money, my peace of mind, my safety, left my home, my family, my friends. I was even willing to give up my life if that became necessary. What more is there?

“Will you give up your dog for Me?”

What? Really write Something?

Imagine my surprise recently, when I got the distinct impression that I’m supposed to start actually writing, not just whining and complaining in my journal time. And when I tried to respond to that impression, I came up with — NOTHING!! I had no cohesive thoughts, ideas, inklings, just nothing!

Hmmmmm. What to do? “Well,” I thought to myself, “there must be some sort of help online.” So I searched writing prompts and found that there is quite a bit of help out there. It remains to be seen if it’s good help or not. It’ll take a while to weed through all the possibilities that appeared online. I also found a couple of creative writing groups that I’m going to investigate for helps. Not just prompts, but encouragement, critiquing, and more. But one of the best prompts actually came from an Instagram caption from my grand niece. She said, “I go to seek a great perhaps.” What a great line! And the story lines that could come from it, well, the possibilities are just endless. And in view of that,…

“I go to seek a great perhaps.”

In His Presence

So, 2 weeks ago I put it out here that I was going to be more consistent with my writing. And last week I did do my 2 hours of writing on Monday evening, I just didn’t do anything worth posting. But this Monday I wrote nothing. I thought about it, but I just couldn’t do it. I was busy.

Okay, back story. The weekend after I last posted, I went to a women’s conference. At least it was supposed to be a women’s conference. But God has had other plans, for the conference and events since its completion. And actually, completion isn’t exactly the right word. While the conference itself has concluded, the meetings continue. In fact, the meetings have continued every single day. The LORD is inviting us into His Presence. It’s an invitation to all who want to spend time with Him. So I’ve been going to the meetings. I’m going as much as I can, for as long as I can. And for that reason, I spent my writing time in His Presence, just being with Him.

So, last night, (Wednesday the 29th), I went, once again to His Presence. It was an amazingly peaceful time, warm and relaxing. It had been a very long, busy day at work, but in His Presence it all melted away. Incredible testimony was given, focusing on a certain Scripture. Then another speaker spoke on the same Scripture. And finally, Bonnie Chavda spoke, saying that Father had given her that same Scripture as well. Don’t ya just love it when Papa God confirms things by the word of two or three witnesses?

And what, you ask, is this Scripture that was so apropos? “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30.

And so we rested with Papa God, and I relaxed, and received the rest my soul so desperately needed. And I was not the only one who received what was needed. It was evident by the feel throughout the room that others also received. I love the kind of “carnage” the LORD brings in His presence, that of bodies resting all over the room. I love being a part of that carnage. And I am going to make an effort to participate in that type of carnage more often. And you can too. All you need to do is lay down and talk to Him. For some it’s easier with some gentle music. Some want silence. Just find your own place of peace with Him and He will give you rest, and He will talk to you, and you will learn from Him, and grow in relationship. And as you meet with Him and go deeper, He will go deeper with you. It only gets better.