Beau & the beater

It’s a mystery. One day (in a succession of many, many such days) you are a still and brackish puddle of water. No movement. Not much life. Then, something imperceptible happens. Perhaps, Someone breathes just a bit of Himself over the stillness? And the still puddle begins to trickle. It’s no river, certainly, but there is just a hint of movement, just a hint of renewal. Some fresh spring has begun to flow.

Nine months ago I began writing a story. My story. For the past five months the draft of that story has sat, locked in my computer, untouched. But this week I opened it up again. I started rewriting, tweaking, adding new thoughts.

It feels good to be at work again.

The only problem is that I’m feeling, here at the end of the week, just a bit dried up where words are concerned. Perhaps it’s only laziness, but I feel better remembering George MacDonald’s words: “Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness.”

 I’m giving myself over to idleness for the next few days. Let’s hope it’s of the sacred sort.

Meanwhile, since I have few words of my own today, here are the words (and a few images) I’m carrying with me into this weekend:

“I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of Egypt. Open wide your mouth, and I will fill it.”

Psalm 89: 9-11 

Beau & the beater

Beau & the beater

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