I have a confession to make. I don’t like to cook. That astounds some of you and stands in agreement with others. Let’s just say it is probably a good thing that working in my kitchen on my next culinary masterpiece is not one of my have-to pastimes because eating most definitely is.
As a writer, I am always getting story ideas. I warn my friends who visit that I catch myself listening to what they say with this thought: “That would make a great story!” I say it jokingly, of course. For the most part.
I keep a stash of paper handy wherever I am, in case I need to get a story idea down while it’s fresh. There is a yellow legal pad by my chair in the living room, and a notepad stuck with a magnet strip to the door of my refrigerator. There is a small notepad in my purse and another one in my car. (I will neither admit nor deny having ever written down some key words while also looking at the road from behind the wheel of my moving vehicle.) And then there’s the electronic paper that is my phone. If I am away from everything else, especially at night after my head has hit the pillow and I don’t want to turn the light back on, I will type in a quick sentence or two that I can come back to later.
It's the day before Christmas and I think everyone where I live has finally given up on the notion that we might have a white Christmas. Living in the Midwest, there is always the possibility. But not this year. We had an unseasonably warm, snow-free end to fall, and up to just a few nights ago comments about it abounded on every night’s evening news.
“When will we get some snow?”
My pastor was reading about the armor of God, and my first thought was, I’ve heard this.
Do you ever do that? Do you ever read, or have read to you, a passage of scripture that is so familiar that you kind of let your mind wander and go chase some mental rabbits until you hear something new again?
I worked at a Christian thrift store, and one of the loveliest parts of my job was being able to give away Bibles. One day I was looking through one of the pocket-sized Bibles that had come into our store as a donation, and I noticed it was a Bible that, once upon a time, had been given as a gift by Gideon International. For more than 100 years, this group of Christian business and professional men have been giving Bibles away across the world, spreading God's love in a most beautiful way, and this copy had been passed on to our store for someone else to use.