#Writeeverydaychallenge

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It’s been every other day. But that’s good, for me. I’ve been happy for this writing challenge because it’s making me think about writing every day in a more- than-my-journal way, and to realize that I need to think other than of the events of my life.

There are hurdles and sloughs to skirt… Can’t write about this or that, not yet, maybe never. There are confidentialities to keep. Or I can stick to safe and benign subjects so tightly that the result is completely sterile and blah.

So, what’s the balance? Am I willing to be me here? The me, I know, has opinions and soap boxes sometimes. I have frustrations with what I feel is sheer stupidity … but that sort of thing gets out of hand too quickly. Besides, who cares, really! I could preach. Do I have sermons! But then, I would need one of Luci’s spruce trees.

The biggest pool in my brain is the I Wonder space.

I wonder how problems will get solved. And how much difference do my prayers make? I wonder about others’ perspective of situations that I think I have pretty well figured out.

I wonder when it will snow and stay for the winter.

I wonder about the unfolding of our children’s years ahead. This, about there being “a lot of clanging of swords” (Elv’s words) these days. And the depravity that comes out of the woodwork everywhere. I wonder how we can pray better and encourage our families.

I wonder how we’ve gone this long with such riches in our lives and do we understand how much we owe to God of gratitude and humility. He is the giver…I am full of wonder and awe and yes, gratitude for His Patience and Provision.