..writing

So at the age of 18, on a rainy day off, I began writing a story on a friends computer. Over the next couple of years I slowly stacked a few bricks on one another but never picked up a pace that would bring about a finshed product. Recently I unwrapped this loosely arranged bit of script to find myself somewhat disgusted. O the lack of enthusiasm and sheer absence of literacy I found before me. At 18 I must have been enthrolled by the idea and far from concerned with the process. Not to mention that the many, many transfers between computers and programs that it underwent stripped it of any punctuation and even of much information.

Finding myself unable to do away with the story as a whole, I've begun rebuilding it. Partly for the criticism of friends, and partly to fuel my finishing the work I began(though it's far from it's horizon), I've decided to post it in a blog. I will post a chapter every few days. Of course the posts will soon slow, as I have kept little of what I originally had and having little to start with, I will be writing and posting as I have time. Also, an entire book on a blog seems a little much - not to mention unsafe for my own good. I'm not saying that it's good enough for someone to want to steal it but I suppose one can never be too careful; I've seen some awful stuff with great publishing deals, haha.

Here's the link if you are at all interested.

http://www.thetalesofenberlot.blogspot.com/

...new life

So I've been out of internet, due to the ice storm, for about five or six weeks now - unable to post anything. So many 'post-worthy' things have happened in those weeks that I don't even know where to begin. Also, the most recent of those things is so amazing that whatever I had planned to blog about seems of no matter now...

Bella

This past Wednesday night ,my sister, Nicole, was taken into the hospital to prepare to be induced for labor. You see, Nicole is a little person and the doctors were quite concerned that had she carried baby Bella any longer that there would be complications getting the dear child out. She was in labor for twenty something hours and after some minor difficulties and much time in prayer, she gave birth to a healthy 7 1/2 pound baby girl(Bella), probably the cutest kid in the world.
I don't even know how to describe to amount of joy in the many, many friends and family that were there to lend their support and, of course, try to get a peek at Bella. I didn't get to see Bella for more than a minute before they whisked her away to be cleaned up and prepared for her new life, but it was grand.
After spending some time with Nicole(who to my surprise looked as if she had just returned from the mall instead of just given birth), friends and family in the delivery room, I headed home to attempt some rest - which I hadn't had since Monday or Tuesday.

Difficulties

After getting home, having a little Skype time and getting ready for bed, I received a phone call from Mom - at this point is was very late. To my horror, I could not make out what she was saying, her voice was mostly drowned out by the sounds if Nicole screaming in pain. I quickly got my shoes on and after another gut-wrenching call from mom(stating that no one knew what was wrong and no amount of drugs were helping), sent out a mass text for prayer and headed for the hospital.
The response to my cry for help on Nicole's behalf was very encouraging. I even received a phone call from a friend who, through tears, prayed with me and assured me that others had been alerted to the situation and were praying as well.
Upon arrival, I ran through the door to find Nicole tucked comfortably into bed(no horrid pain), being given some reassuring words out of Ephesians from a kind nurse by the name of Susan. It seems that at some point Susan arrived on the scene, pinpointed that problem and neutralized it. We were all relieved and I was able to send a response of praise and thanks to the army of pray warriors that toppled the battle in Nicole's favor. God is good.

p.s. I then got to feed Bella before putting the precious little thing to bed. Stoked.

p.p.s Nicole, if more people knew how well you did and how cool you stayed you would be a huge hero to more than just I and the rest who were there!

..turned over and contents spilled

There have been allot of twists and turns in my life lately that I would have never expected. Some have been good and refreshing, some have been hard, humbling and strengthening - even the negative have a positive outcome(I'm always reminded of the verse my mother quoted so often as a child: "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose" - Romans 8:28).
I really don't know where to begin. I know that I will write in more detail as more unfolds but let's see...

I sold my jeep and have a complete peace with not searching for another car right now.

There was an ice storm that completely ravaged north Arkansas, leaving thousands upon thousands out of power - many still are. It brought an unnecessary amount of panic and disorder, but it also brought lots people together, sharing food or heat, and that was so nice to see.
The enevitable nearing of departure for wherever distination for however long for whatever reason has me excited and scared at the same time. "Be anxious for nothing" Phili - 4:6 The doors that have been opened are completely astounding.
Watching how God has been working in the lives of those around me(and far from me) has been equally astounding. I'm so thankful these days for those in my life and the unending ways God has blessed me.

I could go on for days but my internet access is limitted right now and I must go prepare for a show that I didn't know I was playing until an hour ago. Exciting!