Elect Love

Today, I woke up expecting to know who our next president would be. Maybe it will be decided by the time I finish writing this – it’s 2020, so who knows, right?

A lot of people who are anxious on both sides of the aisle about this election. I’ve heard friends and family express pain, hopes, fears, and strong opinions about this election. More so than ever before. So many people are putting their hopes and dreams on the shoulders of who is elected, but I think we’ve got things backwards.

An election doesn’t change the course of our nation because an election is a reflection of where “we the people” are at. We don’t have a divided nation because we have divisive politicians. We have divisive politicians because we are a divided nation. We’ve chosen to rally around the things that separate us, instead of being bound in unity through love for our fellow man.

In the gospel of Luke, Jesus teaches what the unifying power of love looks like in the parable of the good Samaritan. A Jewish man is beaten and left for dead on the side of the road. A priest passes by, sees him in his pain, and goes on his way. A Levite (temple worker) sees the injured man in his pain, and goes on his way. I think we’ve all been in a time of need and pain and watched as people see where we are and choose to do nothing. It’s one of the most painful experiences you can have. Thankfully, the story doesn’t end there.

Of all people, a Samaritan sees this man in his pain and chooses love. Samaritans and Jews were not friends. They despised each other. But the Samaritan chose love.

He bound the other man’s wounds, took him to an inn, and paid the innkeeper enough money to get the injured man back on his feet again – with a promise to come back and pay any balance left over.

When we chose love – when we chose to meet someone’s needs, to stand shoulder to shoulder, to help bear their burdens and listen to their pain – we transform their life, we transform our life, and we nudge the world towards unity in love.

If we stop looking at people based on what divides us and start asking ourselves “How can I love my neighbor as myself?”, we are spurred to action. The truth is, we don’t need a grass roots political movement. We need a grass roots movement of love.

I have family on both sides of the political spectrum, but we love our time together no matter what’s going on in politics. Why? Because we know that love comes first. We know that those whom social media would tell us to cancel are the same people who have loved us through the good times and the most trying times. We know that someone’s worth is more important than a checkmark on a ballot and our future is built on something more powerful than any political party.

I urge you to put your hope in love, in unity, and in Christ, who always points us towards faith, hope, and love.

Appreciative Neglect

You may have noticed that I’ve fallen off of my irregular schedule for posting short stories and serials on this blog.  Or, you may be like most of the world, and this lapse has gone unnoticed.  Certainly, gaining ten thousand followers, readers, whatever – has not and will never be the point of this blog.  It’s just fun.

Fact is, I have written more in the past month than ever before.  In July, I joined Camp NaNoWriMo along with a group of fellow writers I met online and have been hard at work on a novel.  The goal of these NaNoWriMo things are to write or finish a novel in a month.  Since I’m not in college, I’ve got a demanding job, and even more demanding children, my goal was far more modest: write some things for a novel and then keep writing them after NaNoWriMo ends (geesh, those alternating caps are annoying to type).

I’m proud to say I’ve succeeded at that goal.  July has come to a close, camp is over, and I’m still working on that novel.  I found a healthy writing pace and have an idea about how long it will take to complete said novel.  I’m excited to spend the next two-ish months finishing up my first draft.  I say two-ish because ish can be – like – up to six months if I get really lazy.  Ish is a fantastic word.

While I’m working on completing my current project, my blog will continue to languish in appreciative neglect.  I’m continuing my daily routine of reading scriptures, posting mini Bible studies, journaling, and writing.  I just don’t have time to write a novel and keep up with fun short stories on this blog at the same time.  That doesn’t mean I haven’t had ideas.  I’ve started a Trello board to track short story inspirations and ideas which I fully intend to hammer out between finishing my manuscript and the first round of edits.

Anyways, I’ve got breakfast to make for the kiddos and a novel to pretend to finish.  See y’all soon-ish!

Oh, and post nano I found Pacemaker Planner and it’s a pretty nice tool to track your writing.  If you’re into that kind of thing.

Hopscotch

She laughed as she jumped over seams in the granite flooring, stealing a moment of joy from the somber occasion as only a child can do.  One two, buckle my shoe.  Her shoes clacked against the floor as she began an improvised game of hopscotch, and I remembered.

 

“I can do it myself,” she said, pushing her mother’s hands aside.  She sat on the floor, wiggling her left foot halfway into her right sandal.  The sandal had a strap for the heel, and two for the rest of the foot.  She was curling and uncurling her toes, struggling to tuck them under the final, angled strap.  So far, she wasn’t having any success, nor did she show any interest in getting help.  If the sandal had been on the right foot, she probably could have gotten it on just fine.  But on the wrong foot, the angle of the strap was all wrong.  As it stood, half her toes landed on top of the strap, and the other half just didn’t seem long enough to reach under that same blasted strap.  A few more moments passed as she tried rotating the sandal around on her heel, but with the first strap over her foot, there wasn’t a lot of room for adjustment. Continue reading “Hopscotch”

The Lake

Beaver Lake, Arkansas

 

Cold water flows

Around her little feet

Kicking and laughing,

Gurgling, splashing.

 

A gentle breeze blows

Through her long curls

Pointing and asking,

Drifting, whispering.

 

One hand steers

Across the valley of water

Turning and correcting,

Meandering, unfolding.

 

Life-long friends

The wonder of nature

Together today

And every ‘morrow.

 

Picture of Beaver Lake

Music by Sleepy Fish