Where Hard Work Reigned & Love Lived

A Story, Listening When He Speaks, living, writing

I had a crapTastic writerly day yesterday and I was as close as a frog’s fine little chin hair to sending all my writerly escapades on a turd-swirl, sewer tank trip down the porcelain pot. Folks, I even cried about it, and that just ain’t like me.


Then, in my morning devotional time today, God brought to mind some Truths in the book of Galatians. He reminded me that in whatever I do, the Holy Spirit is with me as a guide, a counselor, and a friend; that I don’t have to look and say and do things like everyone else; that I am the me that God created me to be (I know, a little cheesy, but it’s true.) Anyway, I also was reminded that in whatever I do, I do it for Him, and that as sure as shootin’ applies when I put ink to paper in my private journal and for my blog/book/article pieces.


For me, writing has always been a means to untangle my heartstrings, make clear the cloudy, and now as a child of God, it’s a means to share the history of me and to encourage others by sharing how God encourages me. 



Galatians 5:22-26

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness,goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.Against such there is no law. And those who are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.  If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit.Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.


Galatians 6:3-4

For if anyone thinks himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceives himself.  But let each one examine his own work, and then he will have rejoicing in himself alone, and not in another.



He also reminded me that:

I don’t have to be perfect

in order to share His perfect love.

<—- And that bit, right back & up there, is the most important take-away for me today.



So, this morning after some wrastling and clarification time with the Lord, I chipped away at the writer’s block, and I penned a letter to my long-passed grandpa. And this here is only part of the five pages I wrote:





hi-ho silver bw “I wanted to lean against the green fridge in the kitchen and listen you snored like a freight train as you napped in the living room. I wanted to fry eggs and hash browns and pork chops, to slather toast with strawberry jam, and to percolate coffee in that silver kettle… I wanted to soak in that cast iron bathtub and wonder why, in all those years, you never saw fit to attach a shower head to the faucet. I wanted to rest my head against your bed and hold my hand over yours while you slept in the room that always smelled of aftershave, boot leather, and fresh-cut hay.


And if I had the past to do over again, I would have lived with, cared for, and loved you in the very same house, where as a young girlChild, the smell of Shake-n-Bake chicken clung to the kitchen curtains as they billowed about whilst I cranked the windows shut during Montana summertime thunderstorms. The very same place where hard work reigned, good food covered the table, and love lived.”






4 thoughts on “Where Hard Work Reigned & Love Lived”

  1. Chrystal says:

    Another thank you for sharing, shake and bake chicken brings back memories of my childhood. Those wonderful ones that we sometime forget when we get so wrapped up in our life. You made me smile and reflect.

  2. We seem to be in the same place dear friend. I am glad God spoke to you in such a clear way. Your unique gift always blesses me. And these words – just wonderful. I was right there with you – all the sights and sounds and smells. That’s writin’ kiddo!

    • I know this, miss Linda. Let’s just do the best we can with what we are given – each day – okay? Let us slog our way outta the writerly mud pits together!


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