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Carnival of Christian Writers
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How Did We Get Here?
It’s the question we all dance around. The one we sometimes want to ask but don’t. The one we dread being asked. The one we know the person’s dying to ask us when we tell them why our spouse doesn’t share our faith. “Did you know he wasn’t a Christian when you married him?” (I…
When You Hit a Brick Wall
No, this isn’t about finding the right insurance. If I’d hit a brick wall literally, I probably wouldn’t be writing this and definitely I would be dealing with insurance. But I am speaking metaphorically about hitting a brick wall. As much as you might like the wall to give and you be able to keep…
Being Eli
In the book of Samuel we hear the story of the call of Samuel. The boy is asleep in the temple with the Holy of Holies while Eli, Samuel’s mentor is asleep elsewhere. When I was young, I always pictured myself as Samuel and wondered would I hear God if He called me. Recently I…
Writer Off Schedule!
I thought I’d have more time to write when my kids were in school. I thought I’d be able to crank out pages of perfect prose now that I wasn’t homeschooling. I thought I’d be finished editing my WIP by now. I was wrong. When I was homeshooling, I used to hire a babysitter to…
The Devil and the Angel
I screwed up again. And amazingly, I felt entitled to. (Insert yucky “ew” sound here, please.) So here’s how it played out. Months ago I agreed to let go of our cleaning service, because we had to cut costs. Now if you’re a busy mom (If? Yeah, I heard that snicker.), sometimes that can be…
A Central Park Writing Lesson
I sometimes sit down to write and make the mistake of “just checking a few things” before I start attacking my own work. I check email and see a note from my sister — so I write her back (real quick). Then I skim through a yahoo loop. I’m in the zone, inspired to get…
Under Attack?
Things have been slow going on the writing front. It seems that now that my kids are in school I have less time to write. I used to hire a babysitter to come and I’d have her do the laundry while I wrote for a couple of hours a week. No babysitter, no writing, endless…