I’ve learned something about the relationship between God and me recently. It’s that I really need to remember to ask for what I want. It’s not up to me to decide if I need it. God will handle that part. If I don’t need it, God will, by His “no,” let me know.
It is among my responsibilities in this relationship to ask.
I think there are two reasons. First, when I ask God for something, I reconnect; also, by asking, I signal that I know Who’s God and Who isn’t. And that I know I’m the “isn’t.”
The second reason to ask God for Her help is that, when I do that, I acknowledge both that I cannot manage on my own, and that I don’t have to.
My faith is so everyday that I sometimes forget it means that I’m never alone.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
About Time
It's past "about time" I got back to writing blog posts. There are two reasons I've been remiss about posting. The first is that I have not developed a readership. And people who do read the blog do not post comments, because currently only people who have some Google account can add a comment. A major reason I began blogging was to start a dialogue about religious viewpoints: no comments, no dialogue. What's more, it seems that no one can read my blog unless they get to it through a post by me on Facebook. (How I wish Google had a phone number for "customer care.") The second is more personal: I am spending so much time revising my manuscript on my own religious journey that any other writing uses up energy which might go toward that.
What, then, brings me here today? I made a pact with another member of the Write Group who said she also had not been blogging for a while. We said we'd each write at least one post before January 15th. She beat me to it, yesterday. So: congratulations, Nancy.
In the summer, I joined a Write Group ...group...on memoir writing. I was not altogether positive when I walked into the first session. But I have learned something every session about my own work, and comments by me on other members' work have it seems been useful. Yesterday, I attended for the first time an essay/short story-writing session by another sub-group of the Write Group. New people to me, mostly. Good writing to listen to. Some genuinely sound criticism of what I brought to read. Another check mark in favor of the Write Group. Joining the Write Group is a decision I'm very glad to have made.
Going to the sessions does take time away from writing. But, then, so do three-quarters of the things I do every day. And <i>they<i> don't help me become a better writer. For I am becoming that, although I am tempted to say "better still" because I've been a good writer for some time. But the sense that time is running out, accompanied by feedback I get in Write Group sessions, multiplied by my love affair with the delete button when I revise--all combine to improve my writing.
I figured that buddying up might impel me to get blogging. We'll see. One post does not an ongoing blog make.
What, then, brings me here today? I made a pact with another member of the Write Group who said she also had not been blogging for a while. We said we'd each write at least one post before January 15th. She beat me to it, yesterday. So: congratulations, Nancy.
In the summer, I joined a Write Group ...group...on memoir writing. I was not altogether positive when I walked into the first session. But I have learned something every session about my own work, and comments by me on other members' work have it seems been useful. Yesterday, I attended for the first time an essay/short story-writing session by another sub-group of the Write Group. New people to me, mostly. Good writing to listen to. Some genuinely sound criticism of what I brought to read. Another check mark in favor of the Write Group. Joining the Write Group is a decision I'm very glad to have made.
Going to the sessions does take time away from writing. But, then, so do three-quarters of the things I do every day. And <i>they<i> don't help me become a better writer. For I am becoming that, although I am tempted to say "better still" because I've been a good writer for some time. But the sense that time is running out, accompanied by feedback I get in Write Group sessions, multiplied by my love affair with the delete button when I revise--all combine to improve my writing.
I figured that buddying up might impel me to get blogging. We'll see. One post does not an ongoing blog make.
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