I have slacked. I’ll
admit it; I have been LAZY… The past
few weeks I have been avoiding working on my book, not necessarily because I
want to, more due to hitting a wall. My
best friend was being a doll and listening to me read the book out loud to ensure
I had the cadence right and it was good for me to be able to catch the umpteen
type-os still so prevalent in my story.
The first day we hammered it out- we read 50 pages in one day! I loved sharing my story and she loved
hearing it. We planned to meet the next
day to hammer out some more of the book but she ended up getting sick! Poor thing!
The sickness lasted a whole week and so the book sat, we both just
wanted her to get better! We met on
Monday to work through it, but between kids and life, only 10 pages were
read. Last night, Tuesday, we had a
plan: I would go over and stick around after a home party she was having and
read it after she put the kiddos to bed.
At 12:00pm my headache started…
By 7 (while at her house) it was in full swing. After almost puking from the pain, I left at
7:30, without reading her my story.
Have you ever had the best intentions to do something and
then life got in the way? Life has a
way of doing that sometimes. Often, we
look at it like we just aren’t supposed to do what we are doing. Have you ever felt called to do something
and then were unable to do it as quickly as you wanted because you got
distracted, sick, bored or whatever?
I think of the story of Noah. I really do like that story, other than the fact that I can’t
stand being on a boat because I will get so sick! The story of Noah is really neat. The story is also extremely condensed. This is a long period of time in this guy’s life. He started this project because God told him
to. He had this great plan and all this
motivation to do it. I wonder if he
faltered in his work ethic. I wonder if
he said, “today, I am just not going to work on the boat and have a me day”,
then that day turned into a week and then into a month and he finally got back
into the swing of things. Everyone was
watching him. I am sure so many people
thought that he was beyond crazy. This
old man- rugged, graying, aging daily, 500 plus years old- and he was building
a boat in the middle of his land. A
boat?!?!? Did he ever question his
sanity or just let life get in the way?
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