Good morning everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
The last two weeks have been a total blur. With dad passing. The arrangements. The reading of the will. The grief and tensions in the air. Returning to work. Realizing that I have set myself up to actually focus on writing to meet the requirements of two challenges and yet another one popped up on Friday that starts tonight. (short story competition). Getting original copies of my first two books back so that I can get them republished. Then there was just normal life … haha. On the bright side, we all have survived and yesterday did not have any more candy bar casualties.
Tomorrow we take our son back to the airport. I am not sure what I am going to do without receiving my morning, evening, and nighttime hugs. I guess his dad will have to fill that gap.
Yesterday, at work, I threw my trainee a curve ball. Told him to have a seat, he was running the show. The look of ‘please tell me you are kidding’ instantly read across his face in subtitles. He has been with me for a week now and I have explained, either during or directly after, everything he needed. The mail volume was just the right amount to give him the time to do what he needed to do paperwork wise, so that the carriers would not be faster than him. Lock, stock, and barrel … he did quite well. Naturally, I was there to guide him when his brain shut down, but as a rule, he did quite well for his first time. I gave him yesterday as a warmup. Then later in the day, when I had something I needed to complete, I made him sit and study the computer and where things were at. Afterward, as carriers started coming in, I told him Merry Christmas … it is still your show. Again, for his first time…he did well and I made sure that I recognized his efforts. Then I told him Monday was his show too. Panic struck his face, but I told him he would do fine.
How often, when God gives us a task to complete do we look to heaven with the ‘please tell me you are kidding’ look? When I realized ‘how’ many challenges and competitions I have entered and all at the same time … I totally made that look. Like, how am I supposed to write 100k each words in two books in this time frame. My largest book is under 40k. Then the short story competition … on fear (the overall category). The thought of being overwhelmed is an understatement.
However …
No task placed before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.
Let that sink in for a minute. ‘No task place before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.’
My trainee has expressed interest in moving up the corporate ladder. In order to do that, he must be trained. Someone decided that I would be the best teacher for him.
My retirement assignment is writing. Five years or so ago, I entered my first writing competition. I have been doing them ever since. Getting unbiased feedback from the world’s view of literature. I am not a reader, so I have no reference to how ‘stories’ are supposed to be, only that which I think is interesting. I don’t read because I get bored way too fast. If a book does not capture me in the first 2 pages, it is a dust collector on my shelf. So, maybe my talent is to catch you, keep you, and then have you asking for more at the end. Using those who do this professionally, guiding me with their expertise to make that happen. There is a reason God has me in these three competitions at the same time. My current perspective is to grow in my discipline of writing. Two large arenas with a side alley of entertainment.
The next time that God places a seemingly impossible and daunting assignment before you … before you set yourself into a tailspin panic (like the enemy wants), take a step back and look over the assignment for its growth purposes … for you and for the assignment.
Be blessed today my friends
***”For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
The last two weeks have been a total blur. With dad passing. The arrangements. The reading of the will. The grief and tensions in the air. Returning to work. Realizing that I have set myself up to actually focus on writing to meet the requirements of two challenges and yet another one popped up on Friday that starts tonight. (short story competition). Getting original copies of my first two books back so that I can get them republished. Then there was just normal life … haha. On the bright side, we all have survived and yesterday did not have any more candy bar casualties.
Tomorrow we take our son back to the airport. I am not sure what I am going to do without receiving my morning, evening, and nighttime hugs. I guess his dad will have to fill that gap.
Yesterday, at work, I threw my trainee a curve ball. Told him to have a seat, he was running the show. The look of ‘please tell me you are kidding’ instantly read across his face in subtitles. He has been with me for a week now and I have explained, either during or directly after, everything he needed. The mail volume was just the right amount to give him the time to do what he needed to do paperwork wise, so that the carriers would not be faster than him. Lock, stock, and barrel … he did quite well. Naturally, I was there to guide him when his brain shut down, but as a rule, he did quite well for his first time. I gave him yesterday as a warmup. Then later in the day, when I had something I needed to complete, I made him sit and study the computer and where things were at. Afterward, as carriers started coming in, I told him Merry Christmas … it is still your show. Again, for his first time…he did well and I made sure that I recognized his efforts. Then I told him Monday was his show too. Panic struck his face, but I told him he would do fine.
How often, when God gives us a task to complete do we look to heaven with the ‘please tell me you are kidding’ look? When I realized ‘how’ many challenges and competitions I have entered and all at the same time … I totally made that look. Like, how am I supposed to write 100k each words in two books in this time frame. My largest book is under 40k. Then the short story competition … on fear (the overall category). The thought of being overwhelmed is an understatement.
However …
No task placed before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.
Let that sink in for a minute. ‘No task place before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.’
My trainee has expressed interest in moving up the corporate ladder. In order to do that, he must be trained. Someone decided that I would be the best teacher for him.
My retirement assignment is writing. Five years or so ago, I entered my first writing competition. I have been doing them ever since. Getting unbiased feedback from the world’s view of literature. I am not a reader, so I have no reference to how ‘stories’ are supposed to be, only that which I think is interesting. I don’t read because I get bored way too fast. If a book does not capture me in the first 2 pages, it is a dust collector on my shelf. So, maybe my talent is to catch you, keep you, and then have you asking for more at the end. Using those who do this professionally, guiding me with their expertise to make that happen. There is a reason God has me in these three competitions at the same time. My current perspective is to grow in my discipline of writing. Two large arenas with a side alley of entertainment.
The next time that God places a seemingly impossible and daunting assignment before you … before you set yourself into a tailspin panic (like the enemy wants), take a step back and look over the assignment for its growth purposes … for you and for the assignment.
Be blessed today my friends
***”For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Good morning everyone. Grace and peace be with you.
The last two weeks have been a total blur. With dad passing. The arrangements. The reading of the will. The grief and tensions in the air. Returning to work. Realizing that I have set myself up to actually focus on writing to meet the requirements of two challenges and yet another one popped up on Friday that starts tonight. (short story competition). Getting original copies of my first two books back so that I can get them republished. Then there was just normal life … haha. On the bright side, we all have survived and yesterday did not have any more candy bar casualties.
Tomorrow we take our son back to the airport. I am not sure what I am going to do without receiving my morning, evening, and nighttime hugs. I guess his dad will have to fill that gap.
Yesterday, at work, I threw my trainee a curve ball. Told him to have a seat, he was running the show. The look of ‘please tell me you are kidding’ instantly read across his face in subtitles. He has been with me for a week now and I have explained, either during or directly after, everything he needed. The mail volume was just the right amount to give him the time to do what he needed to do paperwork wise, so that the carriers would not be faster than him. Lock, stock, and barrel … he did quite well. Naturally, I was there to guide him when his brain shut down, but as a rule, he did quite well for his first time. I gave him yesterday as a warmup. Then later in the day, when I had something I needed to complete, I made him sit and study the computer and where things were at. Afterward, as carriers started coming in, I told him Merry Christmas … it is still your show. Again, for his first time…he did well and I made sure that I recognized his efforts. Then I told him Monday was his show too. Panic struck his face, but I told him he would do fine.
How often, when God gives us a task to complete do we look to heaven with the ‘please tell me you are kidding’ look? When I realized ‘how’ many challenges and competitions I have entered and all at the same time … I totally made that look. Like, how am I supposed to write 100k each words in two books in this time frame. My largest book is under 40k. Then the short story competition … on fear (the overall category). The thought of being overwhelmed is an understatement.
However …
No task placed before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.
Let that sink in for a minute. ‘No task place before us is meant for a failure, but a growth opportunity.’
My trainee has expressed interest in moving up the corporate ladder. In order to do that, he must be trained. Someone decided that I would be the best teacher for him.
My retirement assignment is writing. Five years or so ago, I entered my first writing competition. I have been doing them ever since. Getting unbiased feedback from the world’s view of literature. I am not a reader, so I have no reference to how ‘stories’ are supposed to be, only that which I think is interesting. I don’t read because I get bored way too fast. If a book does not capture me in the first 2 pages, it is a dust collector on my shelf. So, maybe my talent is to catch you, keep you, and then have you asking for more at the end. Using those who do this professionally, guiding me with their expertise to make that happen. There is a reason God has me in these three competitions at the same time. My current perspective is to grow in my discipline of writing. Two large arenas with a side alley of entertainment.
The next time that God places a seemingly impossible and daunting assignment before you … before you set yourself into a tailspin panic (like the enemy wants), take a step back and look over the assignment for its growth purposes … for you and for the assignment.
Be blessed today my friends
***”For I know the plans I have for you”, declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jeremiah 29:11
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