Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

NaNoWriMo report 3


Feeling like Snoopy, sitting on the doghouse with the typewriter.  One particular cartoon stands out in my mind:
Frame 1: "It was a dark and stormy night."
Frame 2: "Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon."
Frame 3: "A maid screamed, a door slammed."
Final frame: Snoopy looks up, "the twist in the plot will baffle my readers!"

Current Word Count 14, 709 toward my goal of 50,000
Words per Day to Finish on Time 1412
Total Words Remaining 35,291

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