Wings

Here’s another excerpt from my upcoming book.  From deep desire to reality.

The time I’ve spent
The words I’ve used
Were all for you,
Were all for you.

I watched and waited for my star to rise,
I searched the horizon long,
My ship it hasn’t come.

Did I not wait long enough?
Was I not good at scanning the distant shore?
Where did I fail you?

An unfinished symphony it’s said is life,
My heart aches to hear the chorus
My ears strain to catch the melody.

Did I make too many mistakes?
Did you get tired of waiting for me?
Have you set me aside, unused and forgotten?

Then why have I felt a stirring in my heart of late
A restlessness of spirit
A deep desire to stretch my wings and fly

But where are my wings?
I don’t see them
I don’t see them
But I want to fly!

I walk through my days unseen it seems
Unknown
Just one of many
No one special
No one with something extraordinary to give
Won’t someone see in my eyes
That I can be
I can do
So much more
So much more.

But you have to see me
How can I make you see me?
Won’t someone see me

What is this sprouting from my back
Can they be the wings I’ve longed for
When shall I fly
Where shall I fly

Command me and I’ll go
Speak the words and I’m there
Spirit me away to new places
New hearts
Open hearts

I awake
Where have you sent me
Let my burning heart proclaim
To all who will hear
Words of life
Words of love
Words of peace

Ow! Something hurts
My wings they bleed
But they still carry me
All I ask is that they still carry me
I can endure the pain
I see the distant horizon
Send me again

To serve my King
Is all I desire
My heart is full
Overflowing
Let me burn out for you

Thank you for my wings

Writing for Dummies and Smarties

I got behind by a couple of days, but here I am back on track!  Here’s lesson one in Writing for Dummies and Smarties.  A few helpful tips.

I kind of forgot about writing the next blog post. I say kind of because that’s true. I remembered late and then was not motivated enough to write. I opted, instead, to re-watch one of my favorite TV shows that is now off the air. So, like I said – I kind of forgot.

But I got to thinking just a while ago. Not that I’m some famous author, at least not yet, but I’ve learned a few things about writing over the years some of you aspiring authors might find helpful in your own struggles to make your words work.

Consider this lesson one of Writing So Well Your Readers Will Keep Reading. And, no, this isn’t one of those sales pitches where you keep scrolling and reading and scrolling and reading until you finally get to the end where they tell you – “for a limited time you can get this course for ONLY …”  Nope.

Let me ask – do you have difficulty making your words and sentences flow? Are your paragraphs clunky and wordy and unwieldy? Does your writing only tell the story? Many writers struggle with these same problems. So, let me help you.

As the old adage goes – practice makes perfect. Well, we all know it won’t make us perfect, but practice will definitely make you a whole lot better. And if, while you’re practicing you know how to arrive safely at your destination, it makes the practice much more effective.

As any editor will inform you – the first draft is going to be crappy. Write it anyway. There’s your starting point. Making the prose flow comes later. Just sit down (or stand if you want) and begin to write. For me, if I’m writing for fun, when I place my fingers on the keyboard, I don’t always know what I’m going to write or where it’s going to end up. I think that makes writing exciting. My brain takes over without my express direction and we go to some pretty magical places.

So just write and don’t worry about sentence structure. Get the bones of the story or the facts of the article, whatever it is you’re writing, down first. You edit only after you’ve labored and pushed out your first draft.

When I edit, I read out loud. Any awkward or wordy sentences will become immediately apparent. I then excise those unnecessary words and rearrange the rest until I’m satisfied with the finished product.

I’ve written many articles for newspapers and conducted plenty of interviews. When I’m ready to write the article, I put my handwritten notes next to my computer, turn on the recording of the interview, and type as my interviewee talks. I type a lot of what they say verbatim, which works great for quoting. I create many short paragraphs as I type – sometimes each sentence gets its own paragraph.

Once the recording is finished, I review my handwritten notes and add more to the typed page.

Now I’m ready to begin actually assembling the article. I read it through as I’ve typed it, then go back and move things around, cleaning up grammar and sentence structure at the same time. This can take several passes before I’m happy. Don’t be afraid to pull out a thesaurus.

Once I’m comfortable with the thought progression of the article, I go back again, reading it more slowly, focusing on several things:

How well does the story flow

Is it a manageable length with no repeating ideas or wordiness

What feelings am I evoking in the reader

If I have enough time, I like to set the writing project aside for a few hours or a day or even two before I revisit it with fresh eyes. You’ll be amazed at what you see the next time around that you completely missed before. Edit, clean up, and rearrange as necessary until either you’re pleased with the result or you have to send it off to the publisher, whichever comes first.

A story moving in a specific direction without extra words slowing it down makes for good reading. A story evoking targeted feelings in the reader makes for memorable reading.

Here’s an example of an article I wrote for the local newspaper about Camp Helen State Park.

This is what I had to keep in mind while writing the article:

Length – maximum words allowed

Interesting facts – history and present

Evoking feelings so my reader will want to visit

In the next lesson, we’ll talk about Evoking Emotion.

Keeping on keeping on – perseverance in the journey

This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, and post 17 of week 17.   I am always amazed at God’s patience with his children as we stumble through life.  I’m so glad he never gives up on us.

We come from places of deep brokenness, and God is not hindered in making us into beautiful jewels.

The following stories are important truths God showed me over a period of years when I had been wandering in a wilderness of disappointment and discouragement for most of my adult life. I had two failed marriages to my name and, being a Christian, divorce had never been an option before. My life fell apart not once, but twice. A lot of re-thinking happened during that time. And a lot of healing.

Satan had convinced me for many years that I was not enough. I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t do enough. I had too many character flaws. I was too prickly and too aloof. I can still hear my mom saying to me when I was a child, “left-handed people can’t do nothing right.” Those words still hurt to this day.

Then my first husband made sure I understood I was nothing on my own, and that everything I had was only because of him. And since my mom had told me over and over I couldn’t do anything right, I believed him.

Then my second husband always told me I was prickly and cold. And I believed him as well.

I was not enough. I had never been enough.

Enter, God.

It was during my second divorce that God providentially placed me in Arizona where I lived all alone for four years. I was born and raised in Michigan and was happy to leave not just the cold weather and gray skies, but the level of stress that was killing me.

That self-imposed isolation was crucial to my growth and healing. God took the time to gently teach me something so powerful that it upended everything I had believed up to then. I was his special treasure, cherished, and beloved. No one had ever made me feel that way before. It was a brand-new experience and I soaked it up. Those years in Arizona changed my life. My heart is still there.

This is what I learned: I am enough. I have always been enough.

After four years I ended up back in Michigan, living in my parents’ basement and helping my dad care for my mom after she was diagnosed with dementia, where a whole host of new lessons were learned.

Then God spirited me away to Florida, where the lessons have continued.

As you read these short stories of perseverance and endurance, I hope they’ll be as encouraging to you as learning the lessons were to me.

They aren’t necessarily chronological, and I’ve had to re-learn some lessons over and over, so don’t feel discouraged when it happens to you.

One of the wonderful things about our Heavenly Father is that he’s patient with us, like a shepherd with his sheep.

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.” (John 10:27)

He carefully watches over us and searches for us when we wander off, lovingly bringing us back to the flock. He doesn’t abandon us to our fate – he comes and finds us, rescuing us from the consequences of our own actions. He lovingly binds up our wounds making sure we’re going to be ok.

That’s the kind of God worth living for.