Posts Tagged ‘baby’

It’s Thursday. How did this week fly by so fast? Tomorrow, already, is my sacred day of rest. But with my niece stirring softly in her sleep beside me and Matt Maher reminding me in the background that Chris is risen from the dead and Easter service almost planned, it feels rather like Thursday has its own kind of rest.

This week held a special landmark. After around twenty seven classes and countless hours of intense feedback and sweat-breaking assignments, my student has finished her novel! This teacher is doing a happy dance of pride. There are always times when writing a novel seems impossible–when writers block hits or characters keep secrets from their author or scenes refuse to bend to that author’s will. (I am of the belief that books have a mind of their own–or at least the good books do.) But my student has waded her way through the various swamps and FINISHED HER NOVEL.

So, one last encouragement, Camp NaNoWriMo started yesterday. If you want to write and are intimidated by the process, take the plunge today. Check out the site, grab yourself a private cabin, and start that book already. The minimum word count is only 10,000 for the month. Believe me. You can write 333 words a day. And it is immensely good for the soul to write–whether or not you finish your story. 🙂

In closing (and because the baby is stirring, so don’t judge my grammar–I don’t have time to edit) and in anticipation of Easter, I am reminded by Maher’s Christ is Risen:

O death, where is your sting? O hell, where is your victory? O church, come stand in the light. The glory of God has defeated the night.

Hallelujah. Amen.

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It was very much the quiet, rainy morning I needed. Not to say I handled it with any spectacular grace. Nonetheless, there some wonderfully sweet moments as I wrote, read, and cuddled a newborn.

It struck me as I held this little baby boy (Isaac), as he snuggled into my embrace, and held such complete innocence: Jesus chose to be so small. Surely it was no new thought for me or for others in the universe, but children certainly are a way to see God in a new perspective. I found myself wondering how Mary held Jesus and if she sang to Him, if He got cold like Isaac does constantly, or if He ever cried and she was unable to discover why. I found myself with a new appreciation for the frail body my Lord took and the astounding love He poured out on us. This was my lesson from Baby Isaac for the day.

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