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What It's Like To Write A Scene

It takes a fair amount of time to write a scene, and that's not just because I have children that frequently interrupt me. I begin by gathering together my strands just as I would when braiding hair, but these strands are details and there are dozens and dozens of them. I take hold of them all in my mind being sure not to give one more attention than appropriate.

My protagonist is wearing commoner clothes. She is happy to be leaving this foreign town, but she feels that something is unfinished. She feels guilty for the destruction she's caused, but she thinks she's done all she can to make amends. Her broken wrist is healed, but it is crooked. She still has bruises from her cave river episode. She is thinking about what was written in that letter. Her relationship with that woman has suddenly come into new terms. She is grateful to that leader for taking action. etc. etc.

Every character—his or her physical appearance, clothes, attitudes and relationships—must be gathered …

Can't Mess This Up

A streak of perfectionism:
An inability decide
For fear of choosing less than the best
And messing things up.
Feeling the weight of responsibility
For an outcome that may be unpleasant
Or undesirable to others
Resulting in criticism and disapproval.

A streak of perfectionism:
Says, "Get this right,
Because so much depends on it.
Your likability depends on it."
But that is not how God measures.

Don't you know? Haven't you heard?
Your choosing and its effects
Have been brought under a new policy.
The power of choice
Abused in the garden
Has been ironed out through
The policy of the cross.
Now no faulty choice or impulsive decision—
Not David's adultery
Or Gideon's fear
Not Paul's approved murders
Or Peter's denial—
Can ruin this masterpiece,
Can derail the plans,
Can sully your reputation,
Can bring down God's disappointment upon you.

Don't you understand?
You can't mess this up.
Though your sins are as scarlet
He has made them as white as s…

The Many Ways We Say It

"His arms spread wide where mine should be . . ."
-"Red Letters" by David Crowder
"Then like a hero that takes the stage
when we're on the edge of our seats saying it's too late . . ."
-"Flawless" by MercyMe
"Took the blame, bore the wrath—"
-"The Power of the Cross" by Keith and Kristyn Getty
"His final breath upon the cross
Is now alive in me."
-"Resurrecting" by Resurrection Worship
"To look on him and pardon me."
-"Before the Throne of God Above" by Charite Bancroft and Vikki Cook
"If you wanna know how far my love can go,
Just how deep
Just how wide,
If you wanna see how much you mean to me,
Look at my hands
Look at my side."
-"Drops in the Ocean" by Hawk Nelson
"And as you speak
A hundred different failures disappear
Where you lost your life so I could find it here."
-"So Will I (100 Billion X)  by Hillsong United


"On the cross He sealed my…

Comstock Chronicles: The Green Monster of Envy

It went something like this.

Rose came down with a fever the afternoon that Mama Mina, Lee, and Rose were see Joseph and Technicolored Dream Coat. So Rose was left behind while Lee went. There were lot of tears and bemoaning the lovely time she was missing. Nevertheless, we attempted to have a good time ourselves by making a fairy garden in a shoe box. It had a glitter-covered T.P. roll as a lighthouse and a play-dough whale in a sea of shiny blue rocks.

Two days later Grandma Stevens offered to take the kids to see the same production. It seemed only fair that Rose have a turn while Lee stayed behind this time. Her trip included an afternoon at the Stevens and an over-nighter. Obviously, when Lee discovered this, he declared that he wanted to have his own private sleep-over in the future too!

We made a fairy garden with Lee this time, hot-glueing sticks to an empty paint tub and for an ocean, we smashed up old pieces of a blue plate, which oddly-enough was one of the plates we got fo…

Boundaries on Boundaries

Our church fellowship group just finished going through Boundaries by Henry Cloud and John Townsend, a book that helps people learn "when to say yes and how to say no to take control of your life."

This was my second time going through it, and I acquired some new insights this time around. The biggest being: I don't particularly care to be in control of my life. In fact, I don't think it's possible. Either I'm making decisions based on my anger and fear or I'm making decisions based on the spirit's leading. Either I'm a slave to the flesh or a slave to the Lord. Either I make my master the devil or God. I don't think anyone is ever the master of his or her life, despite what Mr. Henley claimed. ("I am master of my fate: I am captain of my soul.")

Boundaries gives biblical guidelines on how to protect ourselves, our time, and our things against negative influences. The book if full of concrete examples and practical, common-sense advic…