Today was a rough day. Not that anything bad happened, but for some reason I was having problems working on the required tasks to bring my book to completion.
There are days that require us to work on the mundane. We are not flying anywhere on an airplane, we are not writing anything exciting. Instead we are sitting at a desk.
For those who travel, we know that behind the scenes there is preparation that must take place. I tell my friends when the time is approaching for me to board a plane. Hey, whether I am ready or not the plane is going to leave, I love you, but I cannot spend time with you right now.
Today was a mundane day, and it was necessary to have limited conversations with people. It was time to upload the book, “A Heart That Seeks,” It is now waiting in the que to be reviewed. I get one last chance for edits and then it will be available in paperback and kindle.
Ah…I should be celebrating, but instead I am thinking about the next 2 books in the series of 3. A writers world never stops, neither does the preparation for travel.
In the middle of all this writing I am preparing for international travel. In our world today traveling is not as easy as it use to be.
To my writing and traveling friends. Don’t give up. There will be times that writing and traveling is boring! It is not in the exciting where we grow and mature. Instead we grow as we persevere in our everyday tasks. The pay off will be when we hold the book in our hand, or see it as an ebook, or board the plane.
Today I decided to live my day in quiet contemplation. I thought of my trip to Africa a few years ago and 3 others countries. These trips changed my life forever. In fact they changed the way I listen in the U.S.A. They changed what I see as struggle in comparison to those who complain in the U.S.A.
Today after church I made my way to a local McDonald’s, ordered a coffee and a chicken sandwich and found a quiet corner. I sat with my tablet, paper and pen and wrote a few thoughts on what I will be writing on this week.
A young couple sat next to me and we began a conversation about technology. They left and replaced by a family. We also had an interesting conversation and we laughed together. Their grade school children were having problems imagining what life was like before games and smart phones.
Eventually I packed everything up and wished my new friends a good day and made my way to my car. A young man began to chat with me about the weather. I stopped and we laughed and we chatted. As I drove away I thought of the many people who try to take away my joy in this season of my life. They are the ones who want me to live immersed in their struggles and listen 24/7. They forget that those who lead and listen have feelings too. You see this all began a couple of weeks ago when I was hanging out with friends.
In our conversation these were the words that flowed out of my lips, “I have no life, living here.” I am reminded of the same words tonight, I decided I will not feel guilty for taking a break from listening to others in this city.
This is my season, and I am walking into new relationships with a decision to choose joy. With a focus on my family who I love very much.
Today I sit quietly as I work. It is a writing and designing day. It is raining in my area and for me, this brings a peacefulness that surrounds me. Rainy days bring back memories that cause me to smile. The season when my children were not old enough to attend school and I was a stay at home mom were precious days.
The play for the day was inside; lunch, naps, books and scattered toys, as we laughed together. At times a little fighting between my two children would break out, but nothing major. Except for reading the newspaper, watching the news on T.V. or spending time with friends and family we lived in our little shut in world. It was a season of life, with no internet, no social networks, or a blog to write on.
I ask myself this question today, “Would I trade today for yesterday?” No, because now my children are grown, they are on their own and this is our season of life. Yesterday, is in the distance and I smile as it continues to rain. For this season of life, is precious to me in a new way. The beauty of a season, on a quiet rainy day.
1- There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.