…but
I won’t be snoring. I’ll be lucky if I can sleep a wink. I’m somewhat of an
insomniac, particularly when the sky is falling.
"When it rains it
pours."
One of the most cliché sayings I've ever heard. One I’m
tired of hearing. Yet, I believe truth is the crafty, cunning, illustrator
of cliché.
Right now it's pouring. The second storm of the year
has arrived in my life. I must look my child in the eyes and say,
"Everything will be okay," even though I am less than certain. I must
stare into the eye of this storm, throw my fists up, and shout, "I will
not be moved!" While silently I’ll pray, hoping that my house is indeed built
upon the rock.
A writer, even an artist, utilizes pain and fear—downright
exploits those ne’er-do-wells. This is precisely what I plan to do with Part
3 of Sins, Hims, and Whims of a Single
Mother. Pulling from life, my present challenges will be wrapped up in an imaginative
and fanciful package. I'll do my best to keep my devout readers informed
as to when they can expect Part 3. Meanwhile, I hope you'll stop by
on Monday—I know it’s a holiday—for Part 2.4, the final segment of that chapter.
My saying, my song, and my scripture of the day:
"Consider the lilies." (Google It)
JNP
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