A to Z

Hey Siri, am I a writer?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you repeat that?”

Am I a WRI-TER?”

“I really couldn’t say.”

Couldn’t she just reply, “Anyone who writes is a writer!” (I’ll keep asking her; she changes her answers frequently)?

To BE a writer, I must write. For many weeks at the beginning of this year I had a daily prompt. It ended with a change of seasons. Finding a balance in life is not always an easy task; particularly when you have a true desire to do one thing well and often. Writing is listed in my “to do’s” for each week just like an item on a grocery list. And when a surprise gift of time occurs, I immediately feel the urge to write. Each morning, as soon as my prayer ends, the words swirl. It should be as easy as 1,2, and 3…just like A to Z.

What do you see from A to B? 
Do you feel anything from C to D?
Can E and F stir your soul?
Will G and H make you whole?
I and J might not go well,
Then things might change with K and L.
Should M and N change your heart,
Use O and P and then restart.
You’ll learn again at Q and R,
By S and T, you’ve come so far.
Could U and V still make you grow?
At W and X will you plateau?
By the end who will you be?
Y all that matters is the Z.
Remember what you’ve learned and heard,
Use wisdom when you select your word.
What you live from A to Z
Will one day be your legacy.
 
 
 

Have faith 💚

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Feeling the Heat

It was hotter than 90 degrees one summer day forty years ago. The sun was sizzling. Mom plastered us in white cream. As beautiful as ever, and brown as a bear, she made sure us freckle-faced girls were protected. Hours of swimming and reapplying lotion passed; anxiously I ran to the tall chain link fence to await Dad cresting the last hill from the 18th hole. His two wheel chariot was my dream ride. He was my knight bearing a shiny club. Life was perfect; even with the heat.

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Yesterday my R.V. was dripping with water. So was I. It seemed we were both crying. “She” from sputtering so much air to keep Finn and I cool. Me?…just sputtering over disappointment. “You can handle the heat!”, I convinced myself.

This is the worst part of me. And it occurs two seasons a year. Movement is limited by the “air I wear”. The battle aches of the arthritis and autoimmune issues try to wreak havoc on my psyche. Luckily, at times, fog will settle into my mind and distract me from the physical.

My hot tears weren’t all about the humidity. Haven’t we all felt the sweltering swirl of disdain? The heat behind the masks? What about the burning tires of busyness~ the rat race in which so many are forced to participate? Can you feel the heat from the roads?

Being an “in the middle” kind of gal I prefer temps in the 70’s. One where the extremes of hot and cold aren’t experienced. Most certainly I would feel spoiled. But would I be prepared the next time for a visit to the frigid cold? Would I still be able to withstand the heat again? Am I even insulated for either?

When things are too hot to handle I have to ground myself. I allow my shoulders to fall and take a deep breath. My face smoothes out and my jaw becomes relaxed. “Thank you heavenly Papa”, as I inhale. Exhaling slowly I whisper a blessing. This isn’t going to last long.

Meanwhile in the rest of the world we are all longing for perfect temperatures and dreamy places to balance our temperaments. The plague continues its spread like a heat wave. You’d think there’d be brief relief from the coolness of indifference.

I’m not alone. You’re not alone. Don’t get burned. Protect yourself and salve your soul with the paste of these promises:

“Every word of God proves true. He is a shield to all who come to him for protection.” -Proverbs 30:5

“For everyone will be tested with fire.”-Mark 9:49

“But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them sing joyful praises forever. Spread your protection over them, that all who love your name may be filled with joy.”-Psalms 5:11

“Relying on God has to begin all over again every day as if nothing had yet been done.”-C.S. Lewis