Writing

There is never an ideal time to write. I was reminded of this again while reading Edith Schaeffer's Hidden Art with my wife. How often does one have all the good intentions of sitting down to write a letter to someone (or email) and yet never actually do it? How often have I hoped to write a blog post catching up or recording the adventures of the past year? Anyway - the recommendation is to write. Just write - even if it doesn't come out profoundly or even correctly. That is hard for me and my pride. This advice doesn't negate editing or re-writing or even discarding - but insists that writing actually happen. So - I've got five minutes left of my self-appointed writing interval to say something more.

I'm enjoying Sundays. Katlyn and I are trying to take seriously God's command to keep the Sabbath - one of the ten that seems to slip through the cracks. There are times our obedience is inconvenient: not buying gas, not grabbing forgotten things at the store, not eating out for a nice date. But those are the negatives. The positives far outweigh them: no homework! Relaxing time for reading, crocheting, journaling, writing, discussing the sermons, praying, getting to know one another better, talking about the future - our hopes and goals...

My time is up. Write on!