I promised myself I was going to write tonight. I was going to come home, have dinner, clean the kitchen and THEN I was going to write.
I was going to FOCUS.
If I am going to have a blog and pretend to be a writer, then I must write. I know others make time in coffee shops and cafes and they write. I know others make time to write in the wee hours of the mornings and the late hours in the dark of night. No matter what happens these people write.
I am not like that. But I am trying to become a bit more like that.
Then I hear of the bombing at the Boston Marathon. My husband wasn’t there this year. But he has ran that event. Twice.
I think of all the times in the last 30 years that I have stood at the finish line and waited in excited anticipation to see him come around the corner towards the finish.
I think of those that were waiting at the line today and I say a prayer for them.
I think of those that had not yet finished the race. After months of training, miles of pounding the pavement they were directed away from the finish line.
Away from their goal.
Away from all they had worked for.
Away.
I started this post on Monday, April 15, 2013. I couldn’t finish that night.
Today, I remember and remind myself that my home is not in this world. And that HE is in control.
Please take a minute to read my friend, Dianne’s post. It won’t take 10 minutes, maybe not even 5 and it is worth your while.
Thank you Mary.
I vaguely remember knowing that John had run that race but had forgotten all about it.
I see why it was a hard post for you to finish.
I promised God when I started blogging that I would blog for 5 years. I didn't want to start and stop something once again.
I thought it was May, 2008 when I first posted but noticed yesterday that it was April–so I'm there–the 5 years are up–
As discouraged as I have been at times, I doubt that I will ever give it up completely unless God makes it crystal clear that I should.
Mary, if for know other reason, maybe someday your grandchildren or later descendants will have a wealth of knowledge and treasure that you have shared.
Although I have to say, you always bless me–your honesty and transparency is what I love most of all.
Saw where you are going to Deidra's conference. I pray you have a wonderful time and are inspired in myriad ways. Sure wish I was going!
Have some fun for me.
Love you dear friend.
I can certainly understand why this post was hard for you. My heart just aches for the people that have been touched by this horrible event. As I am sitting here watching the news, I see they have just captured the last one and now the pain of healing begins….God help our nation….
Hi Mary, I am also struggling to write. I can't find the right time and sometimes any time.
I love what you said, "this is not my home". It is difficult to remember, but very true.