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Writer Girl(s)

I’m pretty sure that if we lived in a time where vocation was based solely on family heritage and calling, maybe by castes or clans, then ours would be that of the creatives ~ the musicians, writers, jesters; those and the teachers.

Today was the last for picking up my daughter of ten from school. Tomorrow eleven arrives with all of its angst and disappointment over the laptop, chromebook, iphone or at least POD, that will not be wrapped as birthday gifts (though I have promised to keep receipts to return the disappointments in exchange for cash to build her stash to purchase the desired electronics).

My girl is creative. She is a writer as demonstrated by the big stack of books that she was checking out of the middle school library as I waited for her out in the car. It only took one mistake of going in to fetch her over the loudspeaker that time to learn that when she is in the library she will come out when she gets all of her books. Today I got that part right.

A Big Stack of Books

My girl is a comedian. This is demonstrated by two things in these pictures. First, the Rules for Writers book on the top of the stack above is sub-titled A Brief Handbook. She found that hilarious, which is why it is on top. Second, the version of A Wrinkle in Time that she chose to finally read because we rave about it so much, but no matter how she tries it’s just hard to get into is. . .

A Wrinkle in Time

. . . the graphic novel version, in case you can’t read the fine print.

I love my funny writer girl.

I also have a bloggy girl and a college girl who sent me this in a message today, Yesterday someone told me that I stress too much over grammar that normal people don’t understand. Simple sentence and word structure-type things they said college seniors learn in high English classes. I credit you. Haha! It was a funny thing to hear.

I was at a poetry and story reading coffee house with my fourth-grade girl tonight.

Yes, this is a family of writers and creatives with lots and lots of words. That and laughter. And some yelling and strife thrown in for good measure. Real life.

Enough

Three and yet four
Always one thing more

Wonderful
Trembling
Small, and yet wise
Stately while walking
Truth underlies

Give and give
It’s never enough
Such is life
It’s made of this stuff.

~curious? Proverbs 30 explains~

Broken

Broken but not beyond healing
Though sometimes in the shatter
It’s hard to keep singing

In the spirit’s struggle, the mouth often joins
To pour out hasty unkind words
At the wrong time
In the wrong place.

Oh for the wisdom to quietly hold back
To process in a place of safety
Trusting fully in the Lord for justice.

~broken reflections on Proverbs 29~

Friends

I won’t boast about tomorrow.
I’m not even sure of today,
But I’m tempted to want to figure it out;
To make all the hard stuff go away.

It’s the friends that enter in with me
Who remind me that they are near
Who faithfully sharpen and faithfully stay
Who help when the path’s not that clear.

My heart is often reflecting
What’s going on in my life,
And the things that come out
And the things that I see
Aren’t pretty but laden with strife.

So I’m walking and working and trying
to stay on the path and believe
That attention and knowing and trusting
Will bring provision
and offer reprieve.

descending path

~reflecting on Proverbs 27~

Folly

This is a haiku,
But it’s not about nature.
It’s all about fools.

So much to take in
About fools and their folly,
I’m ready to sleep.

Is there a difference
Between sluggard and weary?
I certainly hope.

Everything’s backwards
In the land of the foolish.
I am not joking.

Go read for yourself.
Spend time in this chapter~
Proverbs twenty-six
.

We all show up here.
In one form or another,
We’ve been there before.

~Proverbs 26~

Weigh

Weigh my heart, Lord.
Look and see what I love
~what drives me on.

The quarreling, fretting about the future,
all that I cannot control, yet you know
~help me cast it on you.

If the king’s heart is a stream of water in your hand,
why should not mine be?
~move it in the direction you want me to go.

Keep me humbly focused on you as I ready my horse.
~the victory is yours.

~a prayer inspired by Proverbs 21~

Purpose

I wrestle with a purpose
that doesn’t match my plan.

In all that’s overwhelming,
I find it hard to stand.

I’m not the wealthy,
not the poor.
I’ve deep desires.
I long for more.

And many children, full of need
To guide with words and hope they’ll heed.

Steadfast love is my desire.
Help me through this trial by fire.
Bring knowledge, patience, honesty.
With rest and wisdom, visit me.

~longings from Proverbs 19~

Change

Casting lots
Making plans
It’s the will of God that stands.

Gold and silver
are my choice.
God says to heed wisdom’s voice.

Glorious words
Sweet and kind
are like honeycomb to find.

Crowning glory
Stands of gray
Lessons learned along the way.

These things are hard.
These things are real.
They go against all that I feel.

Established plans
I long to see.
The first thing that must change is me.

~end-of-week thoughts from Proverbs 16~