A Knot At the End…

This should be Monday, or maybe Sunday. It is irritating to look up at the end of the week and realize somewhere along the week I lost my focus, and now it’s too late to do the projects I had planned on finishing this week.

Since my illness last September, when I had a reaction to a medicine, I’ve decided I should pray before I put any new supplement or medicine in my mouth. One more go-round like that one last fall should be the last one for me.

I know I’m repeating myself for older readers, but for newer readers, I used to tell a story about an Irishman that some dishonest crooks tried to poison in several different ways, but the Irishman kept coming back. I used that to emphasize to my youngest son, ‘you can’t kill an Irishman’. After last fall I told my son, ‘Honey, I gotta stop telling that story, some folks are taking it as a challenge.’

Returning to focus, pills, and the end of the week. Most weeks I just make it through. With this last week, by Thursday and today, I was wiped out. And here it is that I realize I gotta get a grip.

I’m setting a new goal for next week. You see, back in my prime, I was always on the go. Now, I’m having to adjust to days when my body and brain absolutely refuse to cooperate. I cannot shame, force, wheedle, or cajole myself into doing things. So, I need to start Sunday praying for a good week and God’s blessing as to how to go.

It reminds me of a ‘Ralphie T.’ moment. Ralphie T. was a fellow school bus rider back in my young years. He didn’t have a long driveway, but it was long enough for a kindergartner who dreamed he was in a race. Ralphie would burst out his front door, head down, running as hard as he could toward the bus waiting at the end of his driveway. It usually went well, until the time he misjudged and because he wasn’t watching where he was going, he ran into the side of the bus right under the school bus sign. If I start out at the beginning of the week and keep my eye on the end goal, I should not run into the school bus, and hopefully, I will hit the right mark.

The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.
(Psalms 37:23-24 KJV)

Life- A Learning Curve

I learn something new everyday…and as the old timer says, it’s often the same thing I learned yesterday.

This week has been busy, starting with Sunday, Mother’s Day. For many churches it was a first day back in the saddle.

I’ve been trying to gain back strength after a reaction to medicine last fall, and it has been a long road but it has nothing to do with the current troubles.

It was good to get back into the swing of things. We had a small family gathering for Mother’s Day. My youngest son exchanged vows with his intended, and we had a lovely cake baked by my daughter for the event. My littlest granddaughter was certain the cake was for ‘Grammie’, and we allowed her to be happy that she had brought Grammie a cake.

Many people these last few months have come to realize the value of family and community. Having been raised in a different era and under different circumstances, the family has always been important to me. It could also be part of our Scots-Irish heritage that gave us the clans. Where we go one, we go all, seems to come naturally to us.

I try to post two or more times per week, therefore I’m trying to make up for the lost time. Monday Big Fuzzy and I worked a lot on getting “If I Should Die”, ready for publication on June first. The ebook should be ready and we’re working on the print version. Tuesday was just Tuesday, and here we are on Wednesday. More news later.

“I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”
(Psalms 37:25 KJV)


My daughter is working at collecting some of her possessions as she is preparing to move to her own residence. “Mom,” she says to me, “it’s a good thing you still have Benjamin. You’ll soon be almost an empty nester…”

For someone with a large family, that idea comes as an incredible shock. I had to stand back and look at where we were. In less than one year our daughter and her two brothers would be moving out, and within nine months the next son would be graduating, leaving only the five-year-old at home.

Oddly enough, if someone had told me then that it would take me seventeen years until I would have my book ready to publish I would probably have told them they were crazy. First off, because I didn’t have it started yet, only the glimmer of an idea, and second, of those who begin a book manuscript less than half finish them.

Yet, here we are looking at the culmination of the beginning of the end. We have come through many twists and turns, and the journey has not been smooth. I remember the first draft when I believed my ‘baby’ was done. I found an address of a popular publisher of Christian books, and with a cover letter I sent it in.

Needless to say, that began the journey, my ‘baby’ was nowhere near ready to face the world. My five-year-old son is now twenty-seven and on his own, and my seventeen-year-old ‘baby’ is about to graduate and launch into the world as well. We are target publishing “If I Should Die” by the end of May/beginning of June 2020. This will be the first in the Ebenezer series with at least two more novels, Lord willing, to follow.