Such beautiful thoughts you've shared. Once I told the Lord (when we lived wayyy out in the country and burned alot of wood in our woodstove) that I felt just like one of the logs in an old pile close to my clothesline. That I felt forgotten and tossed aside. He said to me, What if I told you that I am seasoning you because seasoned wood burns the best. You are not forgotten or tossed aside, simply seasoning to be of more value in the future.
My husband turned to me this fall, after I dropped our youngest child off at college across the country, and said, "You know, God sees all the books you didn't write because of your children and your students and your patients and your parents and your husband and your household."
Also this fall: I returned to teaching after a summer which had provided unforeseen amounts of time and energy to write (which I achieved by herniating a disc and having to cancel, like, everything) and sure enough, the second I entered a classroom, the world-building energy of fiction writing dissipated.
Such beautiful thoughts you've shared. Once I told the Lord (when we lived wayyy out in the country and burned alot of wood in our woodstove) that I felt just like one of the logs in an old pile close to my clothesline. That I felt forgotten and tossed aside. He said to me, What if I told you that I am seasoning you because seasoned wood burns the best. You are not forgotten or tossed aside, simply seasoning to be of more value in the future.
Needless to say I felt so much better after that!
My husband turned to me this fall, after I dropped our youngest child off at college across the country, and said, "You know, God sees all the books you didn't write because of your children and your students and your patients and your parents and your husband and your household."
Also this fall: I returned to teaching after a summer which had provided unforeseen amounts of time and energy to write (which I achieved by herniating a disc and having to cancel, like, everything) and sure enough, the second I entered a classroom, the world-building energy of fiction writing dissipated.
Just sayin'