Sticky Note: Everlasting Path of Promise

Though the way may be difficult at times, the path before you is an everlasting path of promise, and God will never let go of your hand. When you cannot see ahead of you and you've lost your sense of direction, don't hold hands with doubt and confusion -- hold more firmly to the only hand that knows the way.

Karla Dornacher from Down a Garden Path

A Writers Life by Dasha the Kitten

A Writer's Life by Dasha

A writer's life isn't all comfort.

Reading is Refreshing

The last few weeks have been pretty tough for my family as we have awaited a battery of test results on my step-dad's recently diagnosed lung cancer. This week has been hard as he was admitted to the hospital, but even though that wasn't a good thing, it expedited us getting more information on him.  The actual diagnosis is stage 2 adenocarcinoma. I was there visiting with my son when the doctor came in to inform my parents. It was very sobering, to say the least, to hear this directly from the doctor. Because of my step-dad's many health problems (cardiac, diabetes, etc., etc.) he is not a candidate for surgery.  We haven't received his prognosis from the oncologist yet, but it isn't very optomistic.

Childhood Inspiration: The Velveteen Rabbit

The Veleveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real (1922) is a favorite child's story of mine which I think I appreciated more as an adult as I read it to my own children.

Longing to be authentic is at the core of most human beings, and apparently at the core of one little velveteen bunny according to author Margery Williams.

This is how I have often felt as a writer.  Writing is something I have always enjoyed. It is a part of me. I

was  born with this inherent desire to write, create, to put what was on my mind and in my heart on paper.  Being such a personal thing, writing didn't necessarily seem anything particularly special or worthy of sharing with others.  Yet  through the years that desire became apparent as well. When I started to realize that the ideas were not from me alone, but a gift of the one who created me, I began to consider that perhaps he might want me to share at least some of them with others.