Lies

Does the devil whisper lies to you about your writing?

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It’s not good enough.

Who would want to read it?

It’s never going to get published.

You have better things to do 

than write.

These are a few of the lies he’s been telling me. I’ve been putting off my book even though I’m close to finishing the revision. I’ve been filling my time with home projects and reading. But, guess what? It’s time to get back to writing. 

It’s time to proclaim that what I write does matter. God has anointed me to write. My book was written on Biblical truths. It will serve a purpose and it will get published. Right now, I am going to adjust my thinking and focus on truth.

God does not lie.

Do you need an attitude adjustment like me? If so, pray with me:

Dear Heavenly Father, you have given me the call and passion to write. I thank you for this blessing. Help me overcome lies from the enemy, so that I can focus on your work, for your kingdom. Fill me with your Holy Spirit and set my mind on only your truth. Anoint my writing and use it to bring others closer to you. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Homework for 1st Writes

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1st Writes Fall Session begins meeting again on September 12, 2012. To get the creative writing juices flowing again, please do this writing assignment to bring with you. 

For our blog friends, we invite you to write too and share in Comments Section.

Here is the assignment:

Write about a childhood memory.

Orphaned

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"Orphaned"

by

Patti Clugston

Is it odd that I thought my parents would live forever,

Even when I knew they wouldn't?

Even when doctors said her life would soon end,

Something in my head kept me from really believing it—

Even after she was gone,

 Even though I feel genuine pain in my heart,

Even when I can't call her any more, or text,

Or sit with her during church services

Ever.

On my birthday, my Mom would tell me,

“The nurses thought you were the most beautiful baby in the nursery;

They loved combing your hair into a curl on top.”

I realize I will never hear that story again—

Never.

The sadness presses down on my chest like a mountain;

I can't take a deep breath.

I really can't allow myself to dwell on it too much.

Isn't there a pill I can take to make the pain disappear?

The emptiness of having no parents settles in;

I truly feel like an orphan.

Now what?

Sell the house;

40 years of home—gone.

Gone,

Forever.

The roots of heartache run deep.

Feelings return from nearly 13 years ago.

He went first.

 He’s has been waiting for her in paradise.

She suffers no more,

But I do.

I will ache until my end comes.

They are waiting there,

Waiting for me,

Always.