Wednesday, March 31, 2010
On Easter morning the colonists would celebrate by singing, “Ere yet the dawn hath filled the skies, Behold my Savior Christ arise.” After a lengthy service, there would be a special dinner, and if the weather had cooperated, the villagers would share in fresh lettuce salad, asparagus, radish salad, mashed potatoes topped with toasted bread crumbs, and smoke-cured ham.
After the meal, each child clutched an Easter basket that had been made especially for him or her by the village basket weaver. At the signal, they would scurry into the yards behind the kitchen houses and hunt for the Easter eggs that had been colored with onion skins or with bright colored dyes from the woolen mill’s dye works that were then mixed with glue from the woodworking shop. Both of those dying processes took time and effort and certainly weren’t as simple as the packets we pick up at the stores nowadays.
Another special treat were the Oster Hasen or Easter Rabbit Cookies. These were made from a basic sugar cookie recipe and there were lots of shapes: squirrels, chickens, lambs and deer, and the rabbit cutter, shaped like a hare on the run, was the largest of all. And on Easter, I’m certain the children thought the rabbit cookie was the finest tasting of all the animals that had been cut from the sweet cookie dough.
The village tinsmith fashioned the designs from strips of tin. Cookie cutters were one of the few things the tinsmith produced that permitted him a bit of artistic interpretation and whimsy in his work. Each cookie cutter was different and the tinsmith could create whatever he fancied. As years passed, the youngsters of Amana enjoyed cookies shaped like camels, fish, leaping ponies, swallows, swans and many others—but the beloved Oster Hasen has always remained the favorite.
After the afternoon of good food and hunting eggs had ended, everyone returned to church for the evening worship service where they may have sung one of the hymns written especially for Holy Week, including this 380-year-old German hymn.
Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light,
My Strength by day, my Trust by night,
On earth I’m but a passing guest
And sorely with my sins oppressed.
(Martin Behemb, “Herr Jesus Christ, Mein’s Lebens Licht,” 
The Amana Church Hymnal)
Though you’ll notice some differences in the celebration of Easter, I think you’ll notice many similarities, as well.
As you worship this week, may you reflect upon the joy of a risen Savior. Easter Blessings to each of you. ~Judy
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Hmmm... My curiosity was piqued (sad, you might say, but true). I read on...
To make a vegetable tooth brush: "Take marine marsh-mallow roots, cut them into lengths of 5 or 6 inches, and of the thickness of a middle rattan cane. Dry them in the shade, but not so as to make them shrivel.
Next, finely pulverize two ounces of good dragon's blood, put it into a flat bottomed glazed pan, with four ounces of highly rectified spirit, and half an ounce of fresh conserve of roses. Set it over a gentle charcoal fire, and stir it until the dragon's blood is dissolved; then put in about thirty of the marsh-mallow sticks; stir them about, and carefully turn them, that all parts may absorb the dye alike. Continue this until the bottom of the pan be quite dry, and shake and stir over the fire, until the sticks are perfectly dry and hard.
Both ends of each root or stick should, previous to immersion in the pan [oh great, now you tell me...], be bruised gently by a hammer, for half an inch downwards, so as to open its fibres, and thereby form a brush.
They are generally used by dipping one of the ends in the powder or opiate, and then, by rubbing them against the teeth, which they cleanse and whiten admirably."
I love history. I love historical research. I love writing novels placed in historical settings. But there are times (like tonight) when I really appreciate my Soft Oral-B and my tube of Fresh Mint Crest Whitening. Especially when seeing this:
This is said to be a picture of Thomas Jefferson's bone-handled toothbrush. Obviously the bristles are missing. But what did they use for bristles back then, you might ask. Glad you did, so did I. Let's read on... Most accounts recorded that natural bristles were obtained from the necks and shoulders of swine, especially pigs living in colder climates like Siberia and China. Horse and badger hair are recorded as being used before that. Lovely.
I'm fully aware that most of my life is spent being way undergrateful (to coin a word) for the myriad of conveniences and luxuries I enjoy every day. And we're not even talking about today's technology. We're talking basics of life that we use without a second thought.
Looking at life through historical eyes never ceases to lend fresh perspective to my current situation. It also makes me aware of how much I owe to people who have gone on before me, for their ingenuity, their creativity, their ability to think "outside the box." Including that person who was sitting there one day, stroking the coarse bristles of a pig's neck, and thought to themselves, "You know, I could clean my teeth with these."
I hope you have a great week and that you'll do something for someone to lighten their load, and to make a lasting difference, however big or small.
Monday, March 29, 2010
I can't recall for sure when I first knew God was telling me that He was about to open new opportunities for me to speak to Christian women, but I do know it was in the early part of the decade. At the time, I was still being asked to speak at writers' conferences on a regular basis. I had no idea how this change would come about, but I felt no calling to pursue such speaking engagements. Just as well. God had no need of my help. (Imagine that?)
Over the next year or so, invitations to speak at writers' events came less and less often at the same time that I began getting calls and emails, inviting me to speak at Christian women's events and retreats. Closed doors and open windows.
I have to say that leading weekend women's retreats is among my favorite things to do. I love encouraging women while sharing the lessons God has taught me through the years. To me, this falls under the category of what God promised back in 1997 (that what was in store would be beyond anything I'd imagined or hoped for). It would never have occurred to me to want to lead retreats or to believe I was capable of doing it. And yet, that's what happened.
My mom used to worry about me as I set off on another trip to the mountains of Idaho or to some other state. "Isn't someone going with you?" she would ask. I would answer, "No, Mom." To which she would say, "But you won't know anyone." How wrong she was. No matter where I go, I am with sisters. They are family, and we share something wonderful—our faith in Christ. We know one another by heart rather than by acquaintance.
Open windows after doors have closed often take us to the most delightful places.~robin
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I live in Southern California. Palm trees are everywhere—and their branches are fibrous, ungainly, and have brutal thorns. Why would anyone cut them down and carry them around, let alone toss them beneath a donkey carrying the long-awaited Messiah?
Palm Sunday took place in Jerusalem. Maybe they have a different kind of palm. I checked. Palms didn’t grow in Jerusalem at the time. (They do now, but they aren’t indigenous.)
John12:13 tells us people threw coats and palm branches on the ground to line Christ’s path. (Matthew 21:8 the crowd "cut branches from the trees;" Mark 11:8 people spread "branches they had cut in the fields;" and Luke doesn’t mention the branches!)
Palms grew in Jericho. Jews brought them to Jerusalem for Passover.
Palms represent several things, and they all add nuances to what happened:
*Palm branches signified the “head” or highest, most important and esteemed person (Isaiah 9)
*Palm branches stood for rejoicing. On the first day of the Feast of Tabernacles, Hebrews were commanded to use them to rejoice before the Lord. (Leviticus 23:40)
*Palms were a symbol of triumph and victory—sort of a “flag” used by Jews to commemorate the Maccabeean Revolt winning Jewish freedom and setting up an independent nation. Palms even appeared on Hebrew coins.
So Sunday arrived. Garments thrown on the ground—a gesture reserved for royalty. And the people shouted part of one of the “Hallel” (praise Psalms used every Passover.) “Hosanna!” means “Save us!” or “Save us now!” The palms which had been brought in for Passover were used to guide the Lamb of God into Jerusalem. He rode a donkey, a symbol of peace—instead of a horse which symbolized a conquering king. The palms? They were part plea and part proclamation that the long-awaited Messiah had arrived, and as king of the Jews, He would conquer Rome and set up a new kingdom.
And He had. They all forgot that fact five days later. But Jesus didn’t. There were palms that day too. They were laid down—by Him, on the cross. With nails, our names were inscribed into those sacred palms. And He saved us.
Friday, March 26, 2010
I've been digging through research from my trip to Georgia with Judy in order to work on the story outline. I continue to be enraptured by the live oaks--hold pleasant memories of the food and people--and can't wait to go back. Now for me - a gal who hates hot weather and humidity - that's saying something.
I recently read a book titled SAVING CEE CEE HONEYCUTT by Beth Hoffman. There was a little language in it, but otherwise I found the story so delightful. And, as a bonus, much of it was set in Savannah. It was great fun to read that book and remember sights and settings from my trip. It made me very mindful of the power authors have over the reader. It also reminded me of the responsibility I have to the reader.
Beth Hoffman caused me to feel a part of life in Savannah. She drew me into this story with strong characters, vivid setting and a tenderness of heart that left me smiling when I closed the book. As an author, I want to reach readers in such a way that they feel not only a part of the plot and setting, but that the hope God has given me--the joy I have in His love is evident at the heart of my story.
I want to share that same joy, hope and love in my daily walk. At church on Wednesday nights we're studying about discipleship, and last night we discussed what discipleship is and what's needed to be successful. One thing that seemed evident was that to disciple another person--you must be passionate about, and invested in what you believe. You need to be plugged into the right source of power. It came to me that sharing with someone in this capacity or in my writing ministry, I'm rather like an extension cord. If I'm plugged into the reader, but not plugged into the source of power--I really have nothing to offer. It isn't until I plug into the power of God, that I can share anything of value with anyone. Without that power, I'm just a dangling extension cord that offers nothing of substance, but can definitely be a hindrance. The opposite is also true--an extension cord plugged into the power source and not connected to anything else is also rather useless.
My challenge to you today is to plug into the power source, then stand ready to plug into someone else--someone who maybe can't quite reach the source on their own--someone who desperately needs the extension of grace and love.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Now, pleasure... I love winter. I love snow. I love how the smell of woodsmoke from a fireplace flavors the entire neighborhood. I love how my breath hangs like a little cloud in front of my face and then dissipates. I love the sight of a cardinal perched on a bare branch with a steel gray sky providing a backdrop for his bright red plumage. But as much as I love winter, I also love to see winter melt away, bringing the warmth and green of spring.
Last summer, we moved into a new house. One of my favorite features is the back porch. It looks out over an open field with a stand of trees in the distance...and it faces east. This gives me a perfect view of the sunrise. Now that warmer days are approaching, I'll have more opportunities to drink in the glorious splash of color that signals a new day. Despite the fact that the calendar says we're in spring, Kansas has tried to hang onto winter a little longer; even so, last week I had one perfectly calm, pleasant morning, and I tossed on my fuzzy robe, grabbed my coffee mug, and headed to the porch to watch the awakening sky. I was not disappointed by the show.
Of course, the camera doesn't do it justice. The colors are so much richer, bolder, brighter in person. But let me assure you, it was breathtaking. And while the sun crept from its hiding spot, painting the sky with jeweled tones, a bird cheerfully serenaded the morning. Sweetly scented air delighted my nose. My senses were well sated. Is there any better way to start a day?
I thought of a verse from the second chapter of Song of Solomon: "...the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land." In all likelihood it wasn't a dove giving me a morning concert, but even so, I still love the reference. "The season of singing has come..." After a long winter--a time of hardship--our souls yearn for a season of singing. And our God provides.
May God bless you muchly as you find your season of singing! ~Kim
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
My first response is usually that we didn’t always live far apart—that Tracie deserted me for the beautiful scenery and asthma-friendly climate of Montana after we’d already begun our co-authoring venture. I’ve finally come to grips with the fact that, except to visit, she doesn’t plan to return to Kansas. And let me tell you, sometimes it’s hard for me to come to grips. J Where did that saying come from? If you find out, let me know by leaving a comment. My idiom dictionary says it developed in the mid-1900’s, but it doesn’t say how or why. As usual, I digress—back to the co-authoring.
Methods of co-authoring vary as widely as methods used by authors who write individually. So, this is our method—certainly not the one used by all co-authors, but the one that works for us.
It all begins when one of us has an idea that we think would make a fun series to co-author. We’ve either read something or learned about a specific area that captures out interest and think it would be a wonderful setting for a new series—one that would be even more enjoyable if we co-authored. If it sparks interest for both of us, we write up a very brief proposal to see if the publishing house might be interested in the project. If so, the real fun begins. We begin our in-depth research of the setting by visiting the place we intend to use, or a place that emulates our setting as closely as possible. We conduct as much research as possible, make as many contacts with historians or other curator-types, and eat at as many good restaurants as we can find. LOL.
If time permits, we prepare the basic synopsis for the first book and general outline for the other two books. By doing this, we know the areas that will need the most research prior to actually beginning to write. This proposal is sent to the publishing house and then we wait to see if they are as excited as the two of us. Once we have the green light, we produce an in-depth or chapter synopsis, character development sheets, and sketches of houses and towns if we don’t have maps. Whenever possible, we do this together—usually by taking about four or five days away from the distractions of home.
Once the framework of the book, has been constructed, I write a first draft and send it to Tracie via email. Another reason I’m thankful for computers and the internet. Can you imagine writing in longhand and sending a manuscript back and forth by Pony Express? It would take us a lifetime to complete a book. J Anyway, once I send the draft to Tracie, she adds and changes at will. When there are chapters that deal with places or events that Tracie has already researched, I leave gaping holes in the manuscript for her to complete. The manuscript goes back and forth between us until we are both satisfied. Then we hit the send button to our editor. So there you have it. There are many more details, but I thought I should stop before you begin to snooze. But, if you have any questions, just leave them in the comment section.
May you find joy as you explore new beginnings with dear friends. ~Judy
P.S. If all went according to plan, there should be an interview posted at ajhawke.blogspot.com
where she will be having a drawing for a copy of Somewhere to Belong for those who post a comment on her blog. You might hop on over there and take a peek. And if she doesn't have it posted, leave a comment with me and I'll do a drawing. I think she may be having some blogger problems. :)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I'm a people watcher so I especially enjoy watching the people in this video footage. I've read that the photographer supposedly hired his friends to drive/walk in front of the trolley to liven the scene, etc... I have no clue whether that's true or not, but I love seeing the fashions, the mixture of wagons and carts and cars, the blend of technology of the day, as it were. And then to think that only days from when this footage was shot--only four days, if the account is correct--an earthquake would basically level this area. These people had no clue what was coming in their lives. Just as we don't.
But our Heavenly Father did, and still does.
He knows the most minute details of your life, and mine. Nothing is hidden from Him, and I'm so grateful for that because I can't see beyond this second. Oh I can plan with the best of em. I'm a list maker from way back. I know my way around an Excel Spreadsheet and very much enjoy the illusion of being in control. But knowing and understanding the intricacies of the mind of the Creator? Well, I'll need an eternity to begin to gain even the slightest understanding of the mind of God.
I used to believe that once we crossed over to Heaven, we would know everything. That...bam!...suddenly all of our questions would be answered. We wouldn't have to wonder about anything. I don't believe that anymore. I believe we'll spend a never-ending-constantly-having-your-mind-blown eternity uncovering the depths of God's creativity and love, in learning more about His "mind."
I appreciate these verses from Romans 8, and their reference to God knowing our hearts and to His working in and through the choices we make, or don't make...
And the Holy Spirit helps us in our weakness. For example, we don’t know what God wants us to pray for. But the Holy Spirit prays for us with groanings that cannot be expressed in words. And the Father who knows all hearts knows what the Spirit is saying, for the Spirit pleads for us believers in harmony with God’s own will. And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. For God knew his people in advance, and he chose them to become like his Son, so that his Son would be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters. And having chosen them, he called them to come to him. And having called them, he gave them right standing with himself. And having given them right standing, he gave them his glory.
Are you at some crossroads in your life right now and have no clue which way to go? Take heart...the Spirit is pleading, even now, on your behalf in harmony with God's will. So pray and watch and listen for His guidance, then take that crucial first step. Whatever path you chose, whether it be the "right one" or not, God's going to use that experience to work for good in your life, and for eternity. So really, when you're following His lead, there's no getting lost. Even if you make a wrong turn.
Blessings on your week, and take care as you walk your walk. Just as we're still watching those who have gone on before us, someone is surely watching us too.
Monday, March 22, 2010
So Jesus was saying to those Jews who had believed Him, “If you continue in My word, then you are truly disciples of Mine; and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.” (John 8:31-32)
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Once upon a time, the wealthiest wore lace because it took so much time to make. Embroidery was pretty--but when the garment wore out, the value was lost. Lace could be cut from one garment and sewn to another or pinned from one garment to another. Because of that, lace was a major item listed in wills--it was portable wealth.
An accomplished "lacer" took 2 hours to make one inch of lace of 1" wide lace
Collars were 9" wide, so they'd sew 3 widths of 3" lace together-- meaning 18 hrs for 1"
The compressed, deep hill-and-valley ruffled collar took 5 yards! 5 yards=180"
*Grabbing a calculator* 18 hours/inch x 180 inches = 3240 hours of work!!!
81 weeks of 8 hr workdays to make one collar.
Each of us is like lace. We're basically knotted thread. Some are fine snowflakes, others are mangled cobwebs. Some is highly complex and other is simple and straightforward. From a distance, other people may not be able to distinguish a difference. But what's underneath shows through. Whether it's scandalous or pure is our choice. We can be cheap, or we can realize God considers us priceless. And He's not only the Creator: He's also the Master Untangler. However complicated or tied up we are, God can bring order to the fabric of our lives and shine through.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Since I was having a lucid moment I wanted to blog about the wonderful booksigning I had last week in Anthony, Kansas at Higher Grounds and Leather Bounds. The folks there were so amazing. If you happen to be in the area of this little Kansas town, I encourage you to stop by the shop. It's not only charmingly designed, but there's a little coffee cafe and a wonderful place to just sit and enjoy some time away.
While there I got to spend time with some family. My mother's cousin - I guess my first cousin once removed or something like that - anyway her name is Wynalie and what a prayer warrior. She and her husband Clair are great folks and pastor a local church there. There was also time with her extended family - and friends. Her granddaughter Christy is a charmer to be sure and helped hand out candy at the booksigning and speaking event.
I had my mom and husband at the signing, as well as daughter Julie who took photographs for me. She has an awesome touch with the camera. Julie said this little darling was my youngest fan at the signing.
Later we got back to Topeka and I got to spend more time with my daughter Julie, son-in-law Geoff and of course the grandkids.
I'm sure glad that if I had to be sick it was once I got home and not there with them.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
In 2005 I was in the midst of Parent/Teacher conferences at the grade school where I'd taught for eight years. Between meetings, I checked my email, and right there in my inbox was a short note from Tracie Peterson alerting me that my story, Dear John, was being purchased for the Heartsong Presents line. I let out a whoop that startled my co-teacher, then I ran down to the office so I could call my dad and let him know my publishing dreams would come true. It was very hard to focus on conferences after seeing that email. Forty years of dreaming, hoping, honing my craft...and finally, a contract.
That first contract marked a floodgate. Between March and November of 2005, I signed eight contracts for a total of ten books. God opened the door to publication and drop-kicked me through it! This past March 15, I spent time thanking Him for the amazing opportunity of sharing His love through story. I also re-read Dear John which is such a special story to me. Partly because it was my first, but partly because it was inspired by a dear man from my church who is special to me.
Now...in honor of my "anniversary," let's have a little fun...
The photo above was taken in May of 2009. I'm signing a contract (my 11th!!! God is amazing!) at a publishing house. Leave a comment including your guess on my location (the guess doesn't have to be right). I'll put your name in a drawing to win a signed copy of Dear John. Since the book is no longer in print, it's a little hard to come by...unless you win in the drawing. *smile* Good luck!
God bless you muchly as you pursue your God-planted dreams! ~Kim
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Some say the first St. Patrick’s Day parade was in Boston in 1737.
Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral is an American-written Irish tune that Bing Crosby made popular in the movie "Going My Way."
At least two cities in the United States dye their rivers green in commemoration of St. Patrick’s Day—Chicago and San Antonio.
According to the Guinness Book of world Records, the highest number of leaves found on a clover is 14!
One estimate suggests that there are about 10,000 regular three-leaf clovers for every four-leaf clover.
Legend says that each leaf of the clover mean something: the first is for hope, the second for faith, the third for love, and the fourth for luck.
The following are some interesting towns with Irish names: Mount Gay-Shamrock, West Virginia; Shamrock Lakes, Indiana; Shamrock, Oklahoma; Shamrock, Texas; Dublin, California and Dublin, Ohio
The harp is the symbol of Ireland. The color green is also commonly associated with Ireland, also known as “the emerald Isle.” The Irish flag is green, white and orange. The green symbolizes the people of the south, and the orange, the people of the north. White represents the peace that brings them together as a nation.
May you find joy as your celebrate your heritage in the family of God. ~Judy
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
With articles like If I Must Eat Locusts, Can They Be Chocolate Covered? and A Control Freak Embraces Obedience, it's been so encouraging and uplifting. Not to mention witty and fresh. And such vibrant, fun pictures and fonts too. Check it out when you have a moment. I know you'll be blessed.
Here's a note from the editor, Kristen Schiffman...
Monday, March 15, 2010
This past weekend, I led a women's retreat in the mountains of Idaho. It was beautiful. Snow on the ground. Temp in the 50's on Friday and Sunday. Saturday it snowed. But it was even more beautiful inside the retreat center. (I would share photos, but my little camera wouldn't work.)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Entertaining situation? Absolutely. But there's another side to it. I’m right handed. Nine years ago, I shattered my left elbow, so my left arm doesn’t have full range of motion. Simple, everyday things—brushing my hair, cutting my food, signing my name, putting on socks—became impossible. Others tasks became comically clumsy. Or time-consuming. I'm typing with six fingers and a knuckle.
But there was one thing about that cast that kept me going. My dear friend, Kathleen Y’Barbo signed it in the palm. I became a devout--and exclusive--palm reader. No matter what I did, there were her sweet words that encouraged me. “May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.” Wow. Talk about an ever-present reminder of Whose I am and Who watches over me!
Today the doctor changed my cast. WAAAAHHHHOOOO! I can now bend my elbow and I regained an opposable thumb—meaning I can pinch my thumb and forefinger together. Almost. Suddenly, I’ve regained a lot of my independence. It’ll be another three weeks before I’m "free. "
But I don’t want to lose a “thumbs up” attitude. I’m very thankful to say that though the new cast doesn’t bear the actual message, it’s there in my imagination. But even more important, I’m so very grateful that I’ll always be able to be dependent in that special way—of placing myself in God’s hands. Because cast or no cast, I’m never on my own. And for that, I'll raise my hands in praise.
Friday, March 12, 2010
I'm home again. The photo is of me at the writer's retreat a couple of weeks ago. The ladies made me a very personalized cowgirl/writer hat.
We drove down to Kansas to see family - do a book signing in Anthony, KS (which went phenomenally well and was so much fun - Thanks again HIGHER GROUNDS AND LEATHER BOUND Bookstore) and see the accountant. On the side, Judy Miller and I got together because we're going to write another series - Yippppppeeeee!
Speaking of Judy - if you're in the Iowa area - particularly Pella or Des Moines - Judy will be signing books this weekend. Here are the particulars.
Saturday, March 13
11:30 a.m. – 1:00 p.m.
Speak and Sign at Wellspring Christian Book Store
10465 Hickman Road, Des Moines, IA 50322
Speak and Sign at Gosselinks’s Christian Book Store
731 Franklin, Pella, IA 50219
This week - well, what's left of it - I'll be getting down to business fleshing out a couple of story outlines and getting over what I call seasonal allergies complicated by my personal health disposition. Which basically means - I'm allergic to Kansas and humidity, which triggered head congestion, which went into my lungs and triggered the asthma, which gave me a horrid cough, which in turn has left me with laryngitis forcing me to cancel a radio interview scheduled for tomorrow. Oh well. At least I can type.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Not literally, of course. But really, a writer's life involves a lot of juggling. Not only are you juggling your personal life (family, church, friends) with your professional life, there are lots of writing-related "balls" that have to stay in the air at the same time.
In an ideal world, a writer would be able to remain focused on one story from beginning to end. I've yet to have that happen. Just as you're fully absorbed in Story C, substantive edits arrive for Story A. Story C has to be set aside, edits completed on Story A, and then you climb through the portal and begin recording events for Story C again. You're rolling along, making progress, and--surprise!--the doorbell rings, and the postman holds up a fat envelope containing the galley for Story B. This needs to be read through and approved. So Story C is put on hold again.
Right now my Story C is tabled so I can complete Story D, a new contract with an earlier due date. I bounced from 1898 Alaska/mission school to current-day Kansas/public high school. And yes, it was enough of a jolt that I experienced whiplash! lol
While I'm writing, I'm also:
- preparing for speaking events
- planning a summer booksigning schedule
- gearing up for an author retreat at my house at the end of the month
- working with the ladies ministries committee for events at church
- taking care of the house
- making sure hubby is fed
- playing Mom as needed
- spending time with the grandkids
- petting the cats on command (lol)
Now, lest you think otherwise, I am NOT complaining. I'm blessed to have a family. I'm blessed to serve in my church. I'm blessed to be involved in a writing/speaking ministry. But I've had to learn to organize my time. To juggle. Otherwise, all parts of my life are indisarray and nothing gets done.
Proverbs 28:2 advises, "...a man of understanding and knowledge maintains order." With so many balls to keep in the air, I need order in my life. Fortunately, God gives us what we need when we ask. I'm so glad He walks these pathways with me! With His strength, I find the ability...even in my weakness...to meet the challenges of every part of my life.
May you find Him faithful as you juggle your responsibilities.
God bless you muchly as you journey with Him! ~Kim