I haven't shared my book list lately, and decided now was as good a time as any.
Heavenly Lover by Sharon Hamilton, is a contemporary paranormal, and steamy. I admit I skimmed parts, more particular the parts with the dark angels. I don't like looking into the dark, where fear reigns. However, as I read, I came to understand how Sharon had used language as one of the ways to separate dark angels from Guardian angels. I laughed and cried, and stayed up until 3 a.m. reading so I could finish it.
Legacy of Lies by Stephania McGee is a contemporary inspirational romance with a bit of the supernatural mixed in. I'm looking forward to more of her stories. It was another book I had trouble putting down.
Princess of Bretagne by Vijaya Schartz is a medieval romance. It's the first in a series. Vijaya has done an incredible amount of research. The heroine is pagan in a world turning to Christianity, with Vikings thrown into the mix.
A Princely Dilemma by Elizabeth Rolls is an Undone historical short story, and only available in e-format. I own every book by Elizabeth. Thanks to my Kindle, now I have this one, too.
Journey to Redemption by Anne Patrick is an inspirational suspense. Anne Patrick is one of the first inspirational books I read that didn't follow the formula with which I was familiar. It was the first time I thought maybe I could write inspirational.
Trouble In a Pinstripe Suite by Kelly Hunter is a contemporary steamy read. It's a Harlequin Presents, which is formula for exotic locations and vast wealth. Presents has taken me all over Greece and Italy and a few other interesting places. Kelly is on my must read list. I enjoy her characters.
I may have mentioned this one, but just in case: The Cop, the Puppy and Me by Cara Colter is a contemporary sweet romance. Cara is also on my must read list.
I think I'm caught up now. :-)
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Carpe diem... catch up...
Spent the day reading, yesterday. It was delightful. Now, it's time to get back to work.
Writing.
Reading.
And anything else that didn't get done yesterday.
A bit of silliness, thanks to one of my widgets:
Writing.
Reading.
And anything else that didn't get done yesterday.
A bit of silliness, thanks to one of my widgets:
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
My Heroes... Randy Pausch...
My FaceBook friend, Shannon, posted this on Jimmy Thomas's fan page. She posts thoughts and other inspirational material on a regular basis. Bless her. I am so grateful she did. An unexpected Gift.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo
This is the entire, one and a quarter hours, Last Lecture.
I've also read the book, and keep it on the shelf above my computer, where I see it every day.
Inspiring.
Amazing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo
This is the entire, one and a quarter hours, Last Lecture.
I've also read the book, and keep it on the shelf above my computer, where I see it every day.
Inspiring.
Amazing.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Good Friday...
One of my favorite Christian jokes:
A man complained to a pastor: "How can you call it Good Friday when Christ was crucified and died?"
The paster nodded: "If He had stayed dead, it wouldn't be good."
When I hear people give me the cliche lines about being faithful and God will protect you, all I can think is: This is the same God who allowed Job to be tested, Jonah swallowed by a whale, the Israelites to wander in the wilderness for 40 years, Lazarus to die, and Jesus, His Beloved Son, to suffer in Gethsemane and die on the cross. What makes me so special I would be spared trials and suffering?
It seems to me that being special in God's eyes means I'm going to endure some tough experiences. The question is: Am I willing?
God never promised to spare us from pain. What He did promise is: I will always be with you.
So why bother being faithful? It's a lot easier for me to be receptive to His inspiration if I'm listening to begin with, as opposed to requiring Him to use a 2x4 to get my attention.
A man complained to a pastor: "How can you call it Good Friday when Christ was crucified and died?"
The paster nodded: "If He had stayed dead, it wouldn't be good."
When I hear people give me the cliche lines about being faithful and God will protect you, all I can think is: This is the same God who allowed Job to be tested, Jonah swallowed by a whale, the Israelites to wander in the wilderness for 40 years, Lazarus to die, and Jesus, His Beloved Son, to suffer in Gethsemane and die on the cross. What makes me so special I would be spared trials and suffering?
It seems to me that being special in God's eyes means I'm going to endure some tough experiences. The question is: Am I willing?
God never promised to spare us from pain. What He did promise is: I will always be with you.
So why bother being faithful? It's a lot easier for me to be receptive to His inspiration if I'm listening to begin with, as opposed to requiring Him to use a 2x4 to get my attention.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Week Forty-One of REAL...
Reminders: REAL - Reduce stress Exercise Adequate sleep Lower caloric intake
What Navy SEALs are required to do to make it into BUD/S:
500 yard swim using breast and/or sidestroke 12.5 minutes 10 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 42 push-ups 2 minutes 2 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 50 sit-ups 2 minutes 2 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 6 pull-ups No time limit 10 minute rest
Run 1.5 miles wearing boots and long pants 11.5 minutes
Here's the link if you're interested in the whole thing: http://navyseal.s5.com/requirements.html
RIght up front: Never in a million years could I do what is required. However, I needed to start somewhere. Considering how fit the SEALs are, I figured it was a good place to start. So my SEAL puppy reps consist of girls' pushups, crunches, and flutter kicks, a SEAL training basic. I started with doing one of each. This week, I try to increase my reps. I've worked up to 20.
The 30th: weigh in: 229.6 lb. Cool. SEAL puppy reps. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. Carnation Instant Breakfast, croissant, hamburger, yogurt and blueberries, bread and butter, crackers and cheese, cookies, hot chocolate. Oops. Stressed a little bit. I'll do better, tomorrow.
The 31st: weigh in: 230.6 lb. Two-mile walk with my sister. Physical therapy, with 1-lb weights. Spaghetti and meatballs, cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple and cheese, crackers, hot chocolate.
April
The 1st: weigh in: 231 lb. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, pasta and chicken, nuts and fruit juice. Stressed! My manuscript was due a month earlier than I thought! Turned it in, but I'm wired.
The 2nd: weigh in: 231.8 lb. No surprise. SEAL puppy reps. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. Still feeling wired from yesterday, but pleased I didn't beat myself up over it. Go me! Crackers, hamburger, apple and cheese and toast, chocolate chip cookies (homemade, today) hot chocolate.
The 3rd: weigh in: 232.2 lb. One-mile walk. Physical therapy, with 1-lb weights. Carnation Instant Breakfast, spaghetti with meatballs, yogurt, crackers, little cakes, i.e., Hostess Ding Dongs and Little Debbie Cocoa Cremes. Maybe it's the other way around, but it doesn't matter. I bought both to do a taste comparison. Ding Dongs, hands down. I've been a little stressed, but I'm starting to relax again. I'm not comfortable at this weight, and to think I used to weigh 20 lb more.
The 4th: weigh in: 231.8 lb. Yay! SEAL puppy rep. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. CIB, spaghetti and meatballs, cake, sandwich, yogurt, cookies, crackers and peanut butter, hot chocolate.
The 5th: weigh in: 231.2 lb. Waist circumference: 39". One-mile walk. Physical therapy, using 1-lb weights. CIB, Florentine salad and almond croissant, ham sandwich and yogurt, cake, peanut butter and crackers, pork and potatoes, hot chocolate. I slept less than four hours last night. It should prove to be an interesting day. I'm looking forward to spending the morning with a couple of my writing friends.
Inspiration, at least to me:
What Navy SEALs are required to do to make it into BUD/S:
500 yard swim using breast and/or sidestroke 12.5 minutes 10 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 42 push-ups 2 minutes 2 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 50 sit-ups 2 minutes 2 minute rest
Perform a minimum of 6 pull-ups No time limit 10 minute rest
Run 1.5 miles wearing boots and long pants 11.5 minutes
Here's the link if you're interested in the whole thing: http://navyseal.s5.com/requirements.html
RIght up front: Never in a million years could I do what is required. However, I needed to start somewhere. Considering how fit the SEALs are, I figured it was a good place to start. So my SEAL puppy reps consist of girls' pushups, crunches, and flutter kicks, a SEAL training basic. I started with doing one of each. This week, I try to increase my reps. I've worked up to 20.
The 30th: weigh in: 229.6 lb. Cool. SEAL puppy reps. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. Carnation Instant Breakfast, croissant, hamburger, yogurt and blueberries, bread and butter, crackers and cheese, cookies, hot chocolate. Oops. Stressed a little bit. I'll do better, tomorrow.
The 31st: weigh in: 230.6 lb. Two-mile walk with my sister. Physical therapy, with 1-lb weights. Spaghetti and meatballs, cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple and cheese, crackers, hot chocolate.
April
The 1st: weigh in: 231 lb. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich, chips, pasta and chicken, nuts and fruit juice. Stressed! My manuscript was due a month earlier than I thought! Turned it in, but I'm wired.
The 2nd: weigh in: 231.8 lb. No surprise. SEAL puppy reps. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. Still feeling wired from yesterday, but pleased I didn't beat myself up over it. Go me! Crackers, hamburger, apple and cheese and toast, chocolate chip cookies (homemade, today) hot chocolate.
The 3rd: weigh in: 232.2 lb. One-mile walk. Physical therapy, with 1-lb weights. Carnation Instant Breakfast, spaghetti with meatballs, yogurt, crackers, little cakes, i.e., Hostess Ding Dongs and Little Debbie Cocoa Cremes. Maybe it's the other way around, but it doesn't matter. I bought both to do a taste comparison. Ding Dongs, hands down. I've been a little stressed, but I'm starting to relax again. I'm not comfortable at this weight, and to think I used to weigh 20 lb more.
The 4th: weigh in: 231.8 lb. Yay! SEAL puppy rep. Two-mile walk. SEAL puppy rep. CIB, spaghetti and meatballs, cake, sandwich, yogurt, cookies, crackers and peanut butter, hot chocolate.
The 5th: weigh in: 231.2 lb. Waist circumference: 39". One-mile walk. Physical therapy, using 1-lb weights. CIB, Florentine salad and almond croissant, ham sandwich and yogurt, cake, peanut butter and crackers, pork and potatoes, hot chocolate. I slept less than four hours last night. It should prove to be an interesting day. I'm looking forward to spending the morning with a couple of my writing friends.
Inspiration, at least to me:
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
The Eater's Agreement by Marc David...
Love this! And needed this. Posting it here so I have easy access, and will be more likely to read it and reread it until I internalize it. Thank you, Marc David.
Roots to Blossum shared the following:
THE EATER’S AGREEMENT by Marc David
I hereby agree, from this day forward, to fully participate in life on earth. I agree to inhabit the appropriate vehicle for such participation – a body. As a requisite for the sustaining of that body, and of the life that dwells therein, I agree to be an eater. This agreement fully binds me for the duration of my stay on earth.
As an eater, I agree to hunger. I agree to have a body that needs food. I agree to eat food. I recognize that as the biological need to eat is fulfilled with greater awareness and efficiency, the benefits of my well-being will increase. I further acknowledge that ignorance of the eating process may cause undesirable consequences.
Because the essence of my participation in life is one of learning and exploration, I agree to experience uncertainty as an eater. I recognize there are a great variety of foods to choose from, and I may not know which to eat. I may have a choice of different nutritional approaches, and not know which to follow. I may have an assortment of habits, and not know how to manage them. I recognize that my relationship to food is a learning process, and I will inevitably make mistakes. Therefore, as an eater, I agree to accept my humanness and learn as I go along.
I acknowledge that as the body changes from infancy to old age, so will the eating process change. I recognize that my body may call for different foods as the days, seasons, and years progress. My dietary needs will also shift in accord with changes in my life-style and environment. I understand that there is no one perfect diet.
As an eater, I accept pain. I recognize that I may suffer pain when the body is disturbed by my choice of food or eating habits. I may also experience pain when emotional and spiritual hungers are confused with physical hunger. I further understand that eating to cure a pain cannot be remedied by eating may bring even more pain. I further agree to accept a body that is imperfect and vulnerable, that naturally decays with the passage of time. I recognize there will be moments when I am incapable of caring for it myself. I agree, then, that to live in a body is to need the help of others. I also agree to be vulnerable as an eater. I acknowledge that I will be helpless as an infant and will need to be fed. I may be equally helpless when I am old and unwell. I further recognize that even when I am fully capable, I may still need the warmth and care of someone who can feed me. Therefore, as an eater, I agree to be nourished by others.
If I have a woman’s body, I acknowledge that I have a special relationship to eating and nourishment. I recognize that as a giver of life, I am the nourisher of life as well. Whether through my cooking or the milk of my body, I acknowledge that the union of food and love is a quality that marks my womanhood and has a profound effect on human-kind.
As an eater, I acknowledge the domain of the sacred. I recognize that the act of eating may be ritualized and inspired. It may be given symbolic meanings that are religious or spiritual in nature. It may even be joyous.
I further agree that eating is an activity that joins me with all humanity. I recognize that to be an eater is to be accountable for the care of the earth and its resources. I acknowledge that despite our differences, we are all ultimately nourished by the same source. As such, I agree to share.
I recognize that at its deepest level, eating is an affirmation of life. Each time I eat, I agree somewhere inside to continue life on earth. I acknowledge that this choice to eat is a fundamental act of love and nourishment, a true celebration of my existence. As a human being on earth, I agree to be an eater. I choose life again and again…
From: Nourishing Wisdom by Marc David
Bell Tower. NY; 1991
Distributed by: Karin Kratina, PhD, RD, LD/N
www.nourishingconnections.com
http://roots2blossom.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/i-choose-life-again-and-again-a-new-way-to-think-about-eating/
Roots to Blossum shared the following:
THE EATER’S AGREEMENT by Marc David
I hereby agree, from this day forward, to fully participate in life on earth. I agree to inhabit the appropriate vehicle for such participation – a body. As a requisite for the sustaining of that body, and of the life that dwells therein, I agree to be an eater. This agreement fully binds me for the duration of my stay on earth.
As an eater, I agree to hunger. I agree to have a body that needs food. I agree to eat food. I recognize that as the biological need to eat is fulfilled with greater awareness and efficiency, the benefits of my well-being will increase. I further acknowledge that ignorance of the eating process may cause undesirable consequences.
Because the essence of my participation in life is one of learning and exploration, I agree to experience uncertainty as an eater. I recognize there are a great variety of foods to choose from, and I may not know which to eat. I may have a choice of different nutritional approaches, and not know which to follow. I may have an assortment of habits, and not know how to manage them. I recognize that my relationship to food is a learning process, and I will inevitably make mistakes. Therefore, as an eater, I agree to accept my humanness and learn as I go along.
I acknowledge that as the body changes from infancy to old age, so will the eating process change. I recognize that my body may call for different foods as the days, seasons, and years progress. My dietary needs will also shift in accord with changes in my life-style and environment. I understand that there is no one perfect diet.
As an eater, I accept pain. I recognize that I may suffer pain when the body is disturbed by my choice of food or eating habits. I may also experience pain when emotional and spiritual hungers are confused with physical hunger. I further understand that eating to cure a pain cannot be remedied by eating may bring even more pain. I further agree to accept a body that is imperfect and vulnerable, that naturally decays with the passage of time. I recognize there will be moments when I am incapable of caring for it myself. I agree, then, that to live in a body is to need the help of others. I also agree to be vulnerable as an eater. I acknowledge that I will be helpless as an infant and will need to be fed. I may be equally helpless when I am old and unwell. I further recognize that even when I am fully capable, I may still need the warmth and care of someone who can feed me. Therefore, as an eater, I agree to be nourished by others.
If I have a woman’s body, I acknowledge that I have a special relationship to eating and nourishment. I recognize that as a giver of life, I am the nourisher of life as well. Whether through my cooking or the milk of my body, I acknowledge that the union of food and love is a quality that marks my womanhood and has a profound effect on human-kind.
As an eater, I acknowledge the domain of the sacred. I recognize that the act of eating may be ritualized and inspired. It may be given symbolic meanings that are religious or spiritual in nature. It may even be joyous.
I further agree that eating is an activity that joins me with all humanity. I recognize that to be an eater is to be accountable for the care of the earth and its resources. I acknowledge that despite our differences, we are all ultimately nourished by the same source. As such, I agree to share.
I recognize that at its deepest level, eating is an affirmation of life. Each time I eat, I agree somewhere inside to continue life on earth. I acknowledge that this choice to eat is a fundamental act of love and nourishment, a true celebration of my existence. As a human being on earth, I agree to be an eater. I choose life again and again…
From: Nourishing Wisdom by Marc David
Bell Tower. NY; 1991
Distributed by: Karin Kratina, PhD, RD, LD/N
www.nourishingconnections.com
http://roots2blossom.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/i-choose-life-again-and-again-a-new-way-to-think-about-eating/
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
God Hug...
This is way beyond a wink.
I'm a writer. My first book is officially submitted for editing, and I'm working on the next one. I have an older version of Office for the job I'm phasing out of my life.
My WordPress blog has been telling me I needed to update my Safari. I couldn't being on Leopard (Mac operating system when I bought my computer). Mac has updated its operating system to Snow Leopard and then Lion. Then I saw that with the upcoming changes in IPS (web addresses) old system wouldn't recognize some addresses, so I decided it was time to update.
I waffled. For months.
The other day, my friend told me I needed to buy Snow Leopard, then one of the inspirational pages I liked on FaceBook suggested doing something that scares you to death. Updating my computer was it. The same friend teased that I had Microsoft PTSD. Even on my Mac, every time I update Office, there's a bubble of time when things are a little messed up, and then it settles.
I finally ordered Snow Leopard. The wrong name was on it, and it was delayed, but it made it, yesterday. I couldn't bring myself to put in the disk. What if something went wrong? I decided to wait and do it when my friend called, today.
It took longer than I expected, but the generally expected amount of time, about an hour. My dear friend hung on the phone with me, even though she needed to eat, until my sister unexpectedly showed up. She needed to see the parents, and stopped to see me. Thank God.
I was able to let my friend go, because my sister was willing to stay and help me. I can do it myself, but I need to talk things through. Except there were things I couldn't do myself.
She knew about needing to update Microsoft Rosetta. Done. She walked me through all the updates, which ones I needed and which ones I didn't, doing it a little at a time. I can do this.
Then it was time to update to Lion, the next operating system. She asked, "Is it compatible with your Office software?"
Wait... What?
We checked.
It isn't!
I'll have to update my Office before downloading Lion!
Can you imagine the explosive upheaval if I couldn't open my documents?
My sister had planned to pick up a book, and decided against it.
My friend was able to walk me through what needed to be done, until my sister arrived, who then saw me through the rest of the process, each giving their expertise exactly when I needed it and how I needed.
It wasn't a wink; it was a huge hug.
God is aware of me, and He brought into my day exactly who I needed when I needed them.
Thanks God.
I'm a writer. My first book is officially submitted for editing, and I'm working on the next one. I have an older version of Office for the job I'm phasing out of my life.
My WordPress blog has been telling me I needed to update my Safari. I couldn't being on Leopard (Mac operating system when I bought my computer). Mac has updated its operating system to Snow Leopard and then Lion. Then I saw that with the upcoming changes in IPS (web addresses) old system wouldn't recognize some addresses, so I decided it was time to update.
I waffled. For months.
The other day, my friend told me I needed to buy Snow Leopard, then one of the inspirational pages I liked on FaceBook suggested doing something that scares you to death. Updating my computer was it. The same friend teased that I had Microsoft PTSD. Even on my Mac, every time I update Office, there's a bubble of time when things are a little messed up, and then it settles.
I finally ordered Snow Leopard. The wrong name was on it, and it was delayed, but it made it, yesterday. I couldn't bring myself to put in the disk. What if something went wrong? I decided to wait and do it when my friend called, today.
It took longer than I expected, but the generally expected amount of time, about an hour. My dear friend hung on the phone with me, even though she needed to eat, until my sister unexpectedly showed up. She needed to see the parents, and stopped to see me. Thank God.
I was able to let my friend go, because my sister was willing to stay and help me. I can do it myself, but I need to talk things through. Except there were things I couldn't do myself.
She knew about needing to update Microsoft Rosetta. Done. She walked me through all the updates, which ones I needed and which ones I didn't, doing it a little at a time. I can do this.
Then it was time to update to Lion, the next operating system. She asked, "Is it compatible with your Office software?"
Wait... What?
We checked.
It isn't!
I'll have to update my Office before downloading Lion!
Can you imagine the explosive upheaval if I couldn't open my documents?
My sister had planned to pick up a book, and decided against it.
My friend was able to walk me through what needed to be done, until my sister arrived, who then saw me through the rest of the process, each giving their expertise exactly when I needed it and how I needed.
It wasn't a wink; it was a huge hug.
God is aware of me, and He brought into my day exactly who I needed when I needed them.
Thanks God.
God Winks...
Over at Beth Trissel's blog the other day, she wrote a post titled "I Have a Cheap Fairy Godmother." It made me laugh. It isn't long. Go ahead and take a minute to read it. Here's the link.
http://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/i-have-a-cheap-fairy-godmother/
It set me to thinking. FlyLady called those serendipity moments God Breezes. It's her phrase; I'll let her keep it. I wanted something I could call my own.
And so was born God Winks.
I've often lamented to my sister how God would solve some itty-bitty problem with ease, and leave me hanging on something huge. I'm able to look back now and realize I wasn't seeing through God's eyes.
On those big, huge, monstrous problems, God wanted me to learn a whole bunch of stuff. It takes time. Sometimes, God is doing a group project, and we're waiting on someone else to catch up. God loves group projects. The more, the merrier.
Then there are those little things.
So small, I don't want to bother God with it, and then, there it is.
God Winks.
I know it's Him.
Remember the cute cat I posted, from FaceBook? In case you don't:
God Winks.
That picture is a God Wink. He takes something small, and seemingly insignificant, and uses it as a reminder.
Remind me of what?
He is reminding me He is aware of me. He knows me better than I know myself. He hasn't forgotten me. He loves me. Anything concerning to me is concerning to Him. He wants to help me. It's those little things that I make easiest for Him to fulfill, because I'm not fighting Him or trying to enforce my will over His. He is aware of my every thought and feeling. He understands me. He knows how I struggle, and He knows I need encouragement.
God Winks.
He loves me beyond measure, and knows that sometimes it's the little things that are able to touch the deepest.
God Winks.
http://bethtrissel.wordpress.com/2012/03/31/i-have-a-cheap-fairy-godmother/
It set me to thinking. FlyLady called those serendipity moments God Breezes. It's her phrase; I'll let her keep it. I wanted something I could call my own.
And so was born God Winks.
I've often lamented to my sister how God would solve some itty-bitty problem with ease, and leave me hanging on something huge. I'm able to look back now and realize I wasn't seeing through God's eyes.
On those big, huge, monstrous problems, God wanted me to learn a whole bunch of stuff. It takes time. Sometimes, God is doing a group project, and we're waiting on someone else to catch up. God loves group projects. The more, the merrier.
Then there are those little things.
So small, I don't want to bother God with it, and then, there it is.
God Winks.
I know it's Him.
Remember the cute cat I posted, from FaceBook? In case you don't:
God Winks.
That picture is a God Wink. He takes something small, and seemingly insignificant, and uses it as a reminder.
Remind me of what?
He is reminding me He is aware of me. He knows me better than I know myself. He hasn't forgotten me. He loves me. Anything concerning to me is concerning to Him. He wants to help me. It's those little things that I make easiest for Him to fulfill, because I'm not fighting Him or trying to enforce my will over His. He is aware of my every thought and feeling. He understands me. He knows how I struggle, and He knows I need encouragement.
God Winks.
He loves me beyond measure, and knows that sometimes it's the little things that are able to touch the deepest.
God Winks.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Carpe diem... Martinsville...
Carl came in 11th. It was quite the wild race, but I was distracted. I discovered my first book was due at the editor's a month sooner than I thought. Shoot. I miscalculated. I have all the others on the calender on the proper day. I need to make a new schedule with the correct dates. Sigh.
Today's plan for the day?
Laundry
Create a new schedule, reflecting the correct dates manuscripts are due.
Bake cookies. I miss my yummy chocolate chip cookies. I love baking. It's my reward for turning in the manuscript. Fortunately, I had it pretty much complete. Thanks God.
Read.
Work on the next manuscript. With the first one turned in, I have a better perspective for the next one.
Today's plan for the day?
Laundry
Create a new schedule, reflecting the correct dates manuscripts are due.
Bake cookies. I miss my yummy chocolate chip cookies. I love baking. It's my reward for turning in the manuscript. Fortunately, I had it pretty much complete. Thanks God.
Read.
Work on the next manuscript. With the first one turned in, I have a better perspective for the next one.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Thank Goodness It's Sunday #97
~Chris Tomlin's I Lift My Hands http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dbNK50T35wY&feature=related
~Discovering P.Croissant. Yummy!!
~Chris is blooming, again!
~Find new authors I enjoy.
~April Fool's Day brings to mind a favorite poem:
THE FOOL'S PRAYER
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
The royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"
~Discovering P.Croissant. Yummy!!
~Chris is blooming, again!
~Find new authors I enjoy.
~April Fool's Day brings to mind a favorite poem:
THE FOOL'S PRAYER
by: Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
The royal feast was done; the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool;
His pleading voice arose: "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"No pity, Lord, could change the heart
From red with wrong to white as wool;
The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
"'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say--
Who knows how grandly it had rung!
"Our faults no tenderness should ask.
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King, and sought his gardens cool,
And walked apart, and murmured low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!"
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Tomorrow is Friendship Day
Celebrate with a story. Just Friends The sixth novella in the series. Welcome back to Holiday, USA, small town America, where nothing happen...
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