The Cruel Master known as Laziness

I’ve been following a wonderful blog by a young lady named Hannah Brencher  and this week she said some that clicked in my mind:


Trust me, I have wasted time. I have a wasted a lot of time on the things of life that don’t actually matter. I’ve eaten pride like casserole. I’ve loved myself and hated myself a little too much. I should have been studying or cooking or writing or creating but instead I was scrolling through social media accounts to see who had gotten ahead of me. My heart was being vandalized by bitterness, jealousy, and resentment but it was too dark to call them out by name.

I have wrestled to get off the phone. I have found watching the lives of other people to be easier than facing my own junk. But no one is going to clear out your own emptiness. When your dreams go unfulfilled because you didn’t start the work, the world won’t even know how to be heartbroken by the loss of things that would have made them better people. That’s the thing about the things you don’t do: you carry the loss.

You decide to either follow after what matters most to you or you follow other people. You either build people up or tear them down in your heart because you think they’re getting what you deserved and wanted. You build a Hunger Games arena in your brain and, as a result, you can’t stop hiding in the trees.

I don’t want to hear God say, “You cared more about following people than me. You were supposed to feed the others, not follow them.”

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Coming out of my Cave

I wrote this for Diane’s blog.  She told me I could also post it here.  So here it is:

It was at Karitos 2009 in Chicago, Illinois when I finally emerged from my Anti-technological cave.  Diane Eble, a publishing coach, graciously offered the writers attending Karitos her services in the form of one-on-one consultations regarding the publishing of our manuscripts. In my great newbie-writer ‘wisdom’, I had decided earlier that I wouldn’t need her help.  Publishing was easy. Send a manuscript to the publisher and buda-boom, buda-bing, a book emerges like a chick hatching from an egg.  But because of a gentle nudge from God, not to mention a swift kick in the pants, I decided to forgo my newbie ‘wisdom’ and meet with her.

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