Which means I'll be burning the proverbial 2:00 AM oil...
and you all will have a post next week! Promise! :)
The adventures of a complicated Christian who doesn't settle for easy answers or cheap alcohol.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Check Out The Updated Hall Of Fame Section!
It's right over here, on the right hand side:
(okay, go to the right, THEN scroll down, under the ABOUT ME section.)
I've put the best entries of 2012 in there! Only four months into 2013! This is early for me! Ya-wooooo!
In going back through last year to figure out what qualified as Hall Of Fame Posts, I realized that, whoa. A shitload of stuff happened last year. Good and bad. So much stuff happened, in fact, that I'm surprised I'm still standing. Which is why I had to sit down. And cry a bit.
But I'm okay now. So feel free to peruse at your leisure! Yay!
(okay, go to the right, THEN scroll down, under the ABOUT ME section.)
I've put the best entries of 2012 in there! Only four months into 2013! This is early for me! Ya-wooooo!
In going back through last year to figure out what qualified as Hall Of Fame Posts, I realized that, whoa. A shitload of stuff happened last year. Good and bad. So much stuff happened, in fact, that I'm surprised I'm still standing. Which is why I had to sit down. And cry a bit.
But I'm okay now. So feel free to peruse at your leisure! Yay!
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Hoping and Knowing (And a Beagle!)
2013 has been pretty quiet on
the writing side. When you play
the At This Time Last Year I Was (Fill In The Blank) Game, it’s pretty
bad. Basically, you don’t wanna
play that game unless you’re on an UPSWING. If you’re not on a career upswing, it’s a bummer.
I’m not on a career upswing
currently. Considering that for
the past two years, people have been paying me to write things, sometimes for
not much, sometimes for more than I thought, and here we are in 2013, and
nobody is paying me anything to write anything.
This is nothing new. Every writer’s life has upswings and
downswings, of course. Months of
activity followed by long stretches of inactivity. I have plenty of friends I can look to for examples.
And I remind myself that when
all of this started with the Magic Phone Call in 2011, that it was a call I
couldn’t possibly have foreseen, I didn’t know to work for it, to even pray for
it. God was working behind the
scenes in ways I didn’t know to work for, or even how to pray for.
So I tell myself that the same
thing could be happening here:
that God is once again the Grand Tinkerer, fiddling with cosmic knobs,
dials, building doors to roads He wants me to go down, and if I just hold on,
if I just sit and wait on His timing, that more will be revealed.
Sure, I have plenty of times
where I start thinking flutter anxiety bird thoughts of it’s a lie! A lie! 2011 – 2012 was a complete aberration! We now return you to your regularly
scheduled life of Always Trying and Rarely Succeeding When It Comes To
Writing! Happy Trails!
And then I have to remind myself
- Patience, patience patience.
I can say that I know God is moving behind the scenes, cooking up something,
and being all Grand Tinkerer-like, but the truth of the matter is that I’m
HOPING He does.
It’s a very very thin line
between KNOWING and HOPING, and I tend to fall on the side of HOPING more often
than I should, these days.
Because the common fear is what
if what I KNOW turns out to be not true?
That what I was telling myself was me KNOWING, was me just HOPING?
Then you go back and tailor your
Hopes.
So instead of I Hope God Is
Preparing The Next Writing Opportunity For Me, it’s…
I Know God Will Never Leave Me.
Instead of I Hope God Will Lead
Me To A Future Where I’m A Professional Writer And I Move Into A Place That Has
A Bathtub, it’s…
I Know God Has A Plan For Me.
Maybe that plan involves
writing. Maybe that plan even
involves getting paid for my writing again.
Regardless, I have to take
comfort in what I Know.
And continue to wait.
And here is a picture of Bella
Beagle. Just because.
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
When The Lights Go Out
So last night we had severe winds in Los Angeles, and I
arrived home to discover the power was out. This wouldn’t be a bad thing in and of itself, except for
the fact that I’m dogsitting over at the Beagle House for Bella, Bonnie, and
new beagle Beulla. Since they’re
dogs, they don’t really care if it’s daytime or nighttime, as they spend 80
percent of their time sleeping, so it might as well be night to them anyway.
But I quickly have to feed them and give them their meds
using the last bit of daylight outside.
And while I just pulled that out by the skin of my teeth, the next order
of business was trying to find a flashlight.
You’d think this would be easy because, you know, it’s a
FLASHLIGHT. I know exactly where
the flashlight is at the Shabby Shack (but then again, the Shabby Shack is the
size of a closet, how could I NOT know where everything is.) I even know where the flashlight is at
Scamper Butthead’s house, that’s how long I’ve been dogsitting at that
location.
But I haven’t spent enough time at the Beagle House in
enough strange circumstances to know where the flashlights are here.
So I checked the usual places - junk drawers, the hall closet, nightstands near beds, all
coming up bupkiss. I do find one
of those long gas flamey lighter things, the kind you use to light candles
with, and go hunting around the house like I’m spelunking or something. The hilarious part was that any turn or
movement would snuff the flame off, and I now know how to make a horror
movie. YA-WOOOOOO
I’m sure this could be used as a metaphor for life – running
around a strange house, desperate to find illumination before the daytime light
runs out. Sending up somewhat
frantic prayers to God, Please please please help me find a workable
flashlight, only to find those silly fake
candles with the battery operated light to make it look like they flicker, and
thinking THIS is how you answer my prayer? This is not enough light! HELP ME FIND A LIGHT!
And your answer is, eventually, a couple of cinnamon
candles, some tea lights, plus two wall plug emergency lights, plus an LED
light I keep in the glove compartment of my car, and finally, the lone
flashlight that was under the sink.
As predicted, the beagles did not care one whit about the
encroaching darkness, so obviously they’re evil (kidding!), and luckily their
owners get the hard copy newspaper, so I spent two hours reading the Sunday
Times by this pasted together light before the power came back on (and the
beagles didn’t wake up for that either, ho ho ho.)
So I guess perhaps the lesson could be – Your
Resourcefulness + God’s Sense Of Humor = A Somewhat Workable Answer.
It’s enough for now. :)
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
Easter Sunday and Angels
So yes, they mentioned Easter on Easter Sunday at
church. Thank GOODNESS. Sure, the sermon was still wonkily on
the Beatitudes but at least there was the Call And Response that every Good
Little Christian knows “He is Risen!”
“HE IS RISEN, INDEED!” And
they had decorated with white streamers and stuff, so that was good, so yes,
Easter was officially acknowledged, which is good (they also had a Good Friday
service, but I still prefer Palm Sunday).
The day before, I was doing some writing and this song pops
up on my iTunes (sorry about the ad before, this was the best quality of the video that I could find.)
I’m most familiar with the version that went on the City Of Angels soundtrack, as opposed to the original version on the Pop album. But since the video they made went with
the City Of Angels version, that’s the one I’m gonna work with here.
Nobody else here baby no one else here to blame
No one to point the finger...
It's just you and me and the rain
I’ve always liked the song because of the blatant yearning
underlining the lyrics. We all
want God to send His Angels, a sign, a promise, rescue, deliverance, all that
stuff.
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Well if God will send his angels...
Would everything be alright?
And it seemed eerily apropos for Good Friday through Easter
Sunday, like most of the song (perhaps not all the lyrics fit, but a large
percentage of them do) could have come from Jesus himself, longing for his
Father.
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
Well if God will send his angels...
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
I’m not intending to make a flippant comparison. I know all the traditional things and
metaphors and background behind Jesus and Good Friday. But his transparent longing for his
Father to rescue him, and the naked longing behind the song, both are born from
the same place, I think.
If God will send his angels
Sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels
One of those things about growing older is that
you get more accustomed to the struggle, and less likely to continue calling
for a sign that God’s there.
At least, in my experience,
it’s more of a It Doesn’t Matter How Many Times You Ask, God Will Show Up When
He Wants To. And you kind of
settle into this okay temperature of living.
What used to be a bubbling cauldron of discontent is more of a subtle
beating of I know You’re there, I know You can hear me, You know I need
help, please help me (but I won’t be surprised if Your idea of help and my idea
of help are completely different.)
Perhaps that’s what growing up is like.
And I don't have to know how /so where do we go
And I don’t need to why
And I don't want a promise
And I don't want a lie/ where do we go
Just know I need you/where do we go
tonight..
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