Every October, writers join together in a challenge “31 days of…” The idea is that every day, for 31 days, we will write on a specified topic. Each writer chooses something different, but stays true to that topic throughout the month. Today is the fourth day of the month as I write this (but not as I publish) and I haven’t even chosen a topic.
Comments people leave in vacation rental guest books fascinate me. What made the highlight reel for their vacation and how did it differ from the experiences of others who have visited the same location?
Even from a young age, I’ve always admired the flashy. My childhood idol, Miss Elizabeth, always wore a sparkly dress each time she appeared on Macho Man’s arm. Michael Knight (David Hasselhoff’s character on Knight Rider) not only drove a sports car, but Kitt (the car) TALKED.
My husband Jay and I do our best future-casting on road trips. Driving back home on New Year’s day, we discussed our goals for 2017. Vacation, finances, fitness – we left no stone unturned.
In Still Waiting: Hope for When God Doesn’t Give You What You Want: , author Ann Swindell beautifully weaves her own personal battle alongside the Biblical story of the bleeding woman in order to meet her readers in whatever season of waiting they find themselves. Swindell’s medical condition, trichotillomania, is rare enough that the reader doesn’t get caught up on the object of waiting.
Less than 3 months into the new year and I’ve already started slacking on my scripture memory work. When things get difficult and I feel as if I’m not enough, I’m prone to give up. Scripture reminds me to boast in my weakness, for:
A few weeks ago, I started and finished Lincoln’s Treasure by Chris Schultz in one afternoon. While Jay was doing yard work, I built a fire in our fire pit and settled in for the story. Part of the novel is set in Gatlinburg and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and I enjoyed reading about familiar places as the backdrop for a treasure hunting mystery.
Five years ago, my darling love gave me an atypical gift for Valentine’s day. He and I sat down together, pouring over the Compassion International website, and chose a child in poverty to sponsor. My sensitive heart wanted to pick the most hopeless child – perhaps a little girl in Africa with AIDS or some other tragic disease.