Open Letter to Mr P

 

Dear Mr P (aka Mr Procrastinator),

No doubt, you will not want to hear what I’m going to say to you but hear it you will and hear it you must.

I am breaking up with you!

I no longer wish to entertain you in my life. I no longer wish to listen to your suggestions that I put off the things I want, or should do today, until a more convenient time.

I listened in the past because your suggestions accorded with how I was feeling at the time, because your counsel fitted in with my mood but you have been a deceitful so-and-so and I have now become wise to your games, to your intentions. I’ve also had a chat to some of your former girlfriends and even to your current mistresses! You unscrupulous cad!

They say procrastination is the thief of time.  Mr P, you certainly have proven the truth of that saying because you have robbed valuable years from my life.

I’ve been putting up with your deception for years. In fact I’ve faithfully listened to you for decades. I foolishly agreed to your suggestions—to not write that story, or article, or begin that draft, or pursue a writing career NOW because, as you so helpfully pointed out, there is plenty of time.

But that time has now gone and over the weeks, months, years and even (I’m ashamed to admit) decades, I’ve only now woken up to the fact that this wasted time is never going to come back. I have squandered opportunities.

Well no more!

I want you to pack your bags and leave!

Yes. This very instant.

I just cannot put up with your pernicious ways any longer. Although I’ve given years to you, I now find out that I am not the only one to whom you’ve been dispensing your favours. I feel such a fool.

So goodbye Mr Procrastinator and good, good riddance!

Is that crocodile tears I see?

Save it! You can’t fool me.

Go look for another poor unsuspecting sucker. But you can take it from me that I’ll be spreading the news far and wide about you.

I shall write articles exposing your shenanigans. I shall take an advert out in the Huffington Post. I shall name and shame you. By the time I’ve finished, you’ll have no option but to go into hibernation until a new breed, or another generation of unsuspecting writing novices grow up and take you into their bosom.

Out! Out I say and take your bags of deception and pack of lies with you!

Yours disgustedly,

The Enlightened Lady Cee

 

Do you know this man? If so, it is your duty to warn others about him. Please share your story in the comment box below.

 

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone”
Pablo Picasso

 

CREDIT: The above CC0 image comes courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

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Am I Nearly There Yet?

 

 

Satan stalks and harangues me

Struts about in front of me

With the confidence of a ‘has-been’

Revelling in past glory.

 

He showed me my failings,

Pinpointed my weaknesses,

Reminded me of others—

Colleagues, neighbours, former friends

Who’d fulfilled their dreams.

 

He poo-pooed my aspirations

Questioned my commitment

Dissed my endeavours and

Doubled over with mirth

At the idea of my success.

 

But…

 

Faithful Father-God came alongside me

And staunchly upheld me

Declared that He was with me

Despatched his Holy Spirit to help

Comfort, counsel and encourage me.

 

So…

 

I climbed out from the place of self-pity

Forsook Procrastination’s highway

And trudged the path of Perseverance.

 

My journey may be long and arduous

But I will grasp that trophy of achievement—

Since sooner or later, I’m bound for success!

 

 © Carol Hind 

 

CREDIT: The above CC0 image comes courtesy of Ales Krivec at Pixabay.com

 

A Complaint from Madam Bountiful

 

Hello dear reader,

May I unburden myself?

To many of my admirers, I am known as Madam Bountiful. However, some folk have given me the dubious nickname of Lady Luck!

I am sought after, all over the globe but, quite frankly, efforts to own me, to bid me part with sizeable portions of illustrious fame and massive fortune, are more often than not, unsuccessful.

If you don’t recognise me, it’s because my countenance changes according to the desires of each dreamer. Sometimes I’m relegated to the questionable status of instant riches by way of a betting shop wager, or lottery ticket. Other times I find myself sashaying down the catwalk of life, doling out rewards for fruitful efforts, or dispensing the medicinal draughts of disappointment. It’s a thankless, thankless task.

Dear reader, may I confide in you?

Thank you!

Do you know that the most difficult people I’ve ever had the displeasure of coming across, the most cantankerous folk I’ve had the great misfortune to deal with, are those who feel I OWE them a favour and expect me to turn up and endow them with instant and unbridled success—even though they’ve neither planned nor worked towards any meaningful goals? It beggars belief doesn’t it?

(Sigh) It’s a hard life!

My dear reader, do you have a dream?

Yes?

Then may I be so bold as to offer you a free tip? It won’t take long. Just three little words.

Dream. Plan. Execute.

That’s it!

And here’s a parting shot for those of you who whine and complain that I’m not doing my job… that I seem to have my favourites. Stop making excuses for your laziness and lack of discipline. In fact, stop blaming me period, for your lack of success!

And on that note, I will bid you all a good night!

© Carol Hind – February 2018

 

 

 

 

An Open Letter on Fathers’ Day

Dear readers and visitors,

Today is a day when we celebrate fathers for who they are and the positive influence they have been in our lives.

My own father departed this world long ago but even when he was alive I did not have a great father-daughter relationship with him. So when a man of God once gave me a prophetic word in a church meeting about how God wanted to develop a loving father relationship with me, I was of course thrilled but I did not know what that would look like.

Now, many years later I can say that my relationship with God is one of the most poignant and precious aspects of my life.

As purpose-driven believers and achievers, our relationship with Father-God should be the “be all, and end all” of our day-to-day lives.

The following is a post I’ve written for my Women of Warfare blog, in celebration of Fathers’ Day.

I do hope you will enjoy reading.

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Women of Warfare! (WOW!)

Lady Cee

7 Salvation Street

Pilgrim’s Peak

Jehovah-Shalom Province

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To:      The God of all the Earth

Sunday 18 June 2017

Dear Father God,

I Love You.

There have been many times when I’ve told you how I feel about you. I’ve told you during my private devotional times, during public praise and worship sessions at church meetings, during my day when my thoughts run across you.

I love, love, love you—with all my heart, mind and soul.

If I am honest, I don’t think I’m at the point where I can say that I love you more than life itself but I do desire, hope and trust that the measure and quality of my love for you will increase more and more, will deepen and widen as time goes by.

Because dear Father God, you deserve all the love in the world, all the love in the universe…

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Thanks – For the Feline Influence!

Hello fellow-bloggers, precious readers – today I thought I’d go fun and light-hearted and post my response to an old (very old!) Daily Post Word prompt.

I hope you enjoy reading.

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Daily Post Word Prompt: “I’d like to thank my cats.”

What a weird prompt! What a weird idea.

Part I

Cats are notoriously selfish and are not like dogs. They do not return your love. They will not protect you (ordinarily), although as I write this, I recall some news story of the recent past where a cat protected a young boy. I don’t recall the details – just that it happened.

But it seems bizarre to me that someone would even say such a thing. Is this jest? Can you imagine someone accepting a Grammy award (or some such other award) and turning to the audience to say: I’d like to thank my cat?

Could we take such a person seriously? Would anyone, apart from a member of CAMHS, (Cats Are My Heroes Society), take that person seriously?

Now, I am trying to imagine what you could possibly be thanking a cat for?

For being a valuable feature in your life?

For encouraging you when you were down?

For pushing you towards your purpose when you so wanted to give up?

For what, or why on earth would someone want to thank their cat? Beats me!

Well, if I really stretched my imagination, I suppose a business magnate who’d become a billionaire as a cat food manufacturer, might be grateful that the hundreds of recipes tried out on his poor moggy finally turned up trumps. I can’t think of any more justifiable reasons at the moment but I am sure if I were to continue to exercise my grey cells, continue to brainstorm, I could come up with a feasible explanation.

I would like to thank my cat.

Hmm No! No further inspiration at the moment.

 

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Part II

Wait! Hold up! (Light bulb moment!)

I would like to thank my cat.

You know, this could actually be the genuine response of a grateful actor or cast member from the musical CATS. Someone for whom Tiddles’s tutoring and mentoring has not only informed their acting prowess but also transferred into indispensable life skills. Yeah. I say, give honour to whom honour is due!

How else have said actors honed their ability to purr with contentment over their capacious container, crammed with cream and crowned with smug success?

Or how else could they have learned to stalk past their gainsayers and naysayers, dismiss lowly plebs with snooty disdain, or pounce without mercy upon unsuspecting rivals with the cunning skill and killer instinct of a haunched-down-low moggie stalking a squirrel, or hunting oblivious prey? Yeah! That’s most likely it.

My friend, if someone had told me that I could relate to a person who chose to thank their cat during an award ceremony, I would have said: Sodom & Gomorrah! I’d have thought: unthinkable – you’ve me got sooo wrong!

But now… from between the start and finish of this post, I’ve had a complete change of heart. I can actually see it now. I can believe it too. And, I’d have absolutely no problem with it!

Go actor, go!

Go accept your award and go thank your cat!

 

Wanna read more or participate? Then hurry along to:

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/id-like-to-thank-my-cats

 

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Anchored – Not Adrift!

 

Daily Post Word Prompt: ADRIFT

 

An orphan.

That’s me. Without mother. Without father.

However, I’m not a child-orphan but an adult. Nevertheless, when my mother died last year, I felt alone in the world. Even though I have my husband, even though I come from a large family.

I was faced with the stark reality that there would be no more mum to turn to, to share my news and notions, to share my problems and prayer requests.

Even though, if truth be told, things had not been quite the same since mum fell victim to Alzheimer’s disease; and even though towards the end of her life-span, mum was not the strong, independent woman I’d known; at least she was alive, at least I could enjoy some form of connection.

Now her death, our physical separation, left me feeling adrift in the world – without parental anchor.

Is this how mum felt when my father died unexpectedly—left alone with 7 children, in a country that was not her own, that did not really want her? Did she feel somewhat adrift without her spousal anchor, adrift upon the cruel tempestuous seas of grief and bewilderment?

Is this how the disciples felt after Jesus’s death? Adrift from He who had anchored their life to purpose, to identity?

Thank God that was not the end of the story for any of us (my Lord’s disciples, my mother, myself). Contrary to our emotions and initial perceptions, we were not left alone in this world.

Christ’s resurrection from the dead has given us hope and that hope serves as an anchor for our soul. Christ’s resurrection has given us new purpose, a new identity—Kingdom purpose, Kingdom identity. And whenever we need guidance or direction or help, or whatever, we have only to ask.

Whether orphan or not, as children of God, as purpose-driven believers, we are not alone in this world.

Ahoy there landlubbers!

I have a message for you today. I’m not hiding it away in a bottle in the hopes that one day it will be found. Oh no! I’m shouting it loud from the top of my lungs. I’m displaying it clearly from the top of Christ’s mast.

Whatever my circumstances, whatever my concerns, since Jesus is with me and has promised never to leave me—then I am not adrift!

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Wanna read more or participate? Then hurry along to: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/adrift

Attention! – Friends, Followers and Visitors

 

Hello dear friends, followers and visitors,

I’d like to express my thanks to those who have followed me  recently and in the past few months (both at this blog and at Women of Warfare!).

I normally like to visit and thank people personally but of late have not always found the time to do so.

I hate ingratitude and rudeness and would hate to think that any of my new followers and visitors considered me in that way. Sometimes, I’ve been surprised to learn about several new followers from my stats page because as far as I’m aware, this was not indicated to me via notifications. I happened to discover this by accident and wonder if there have been other new followers I’ve missed.

Anyway, in case I don’t get around to visiting you all, I’ve written this post, as a way of thanking and celebrating every single one of my visitors. I want you to be in no doubt whatsoever.  I appreciate you and thank you for visits, for your kind, encouraging and supportive comments that have both amazed and brought me joy.

I hope the following goes some way to expressing my appreciation.

 

‘Thank you’ dear readers and followers

For granting your precious time

To read, to like, or to comment,

In response to my prose, or my rhyme.

 

‘Thank you’ dear precious visitors

For choosing my place to stop by

For making my moments as inspirational blogger

A wonderful joy-induced high.

 

My sincere thanks to those who linger,

Over posts shared from a heart of love

‘Thank you’ to those who consume, digest and ponder

Who support me with words which affirm and cause wonder,

And spurs praise to my Father above!

 

© Carol Hind – April 2017

 

T H A N K     Y O U !

 

With heartfelt good wishes to you all,

Carol (aka Lady Cee)

“…If you love what you are doing, you will be successful” – Albert Schweitzer

 

New followers and visitors, you are also invited to visit me at my other homes on the net:

https://womenofwarfare.wordpress.com

https://plus.google.com/collection/Qw96cB (SOUL SURGERY)

 

Lady Cee’s Not-So-Secret Recipe for Underachievers’ Pie

Dear blogger friends and visitors, I’m feeling mischievous today!

It all started with this idea for a light-hearted blog post, which came to me during this week (see below).

Warning – indigestion tablets may be required!

 

Under-achievers’ Pie (serves 1)

Ingredients:

1 generous pinch of procrastination

1 tablespoonful each of foiled plans and thwarted hopes

1 convenient pack of slothfulness

Several dollops of self-doubt

8oz of crushed dreams

Method:

Mix above ingredients together with several cups of negativity and leave to harden.

Garnish with a handful of sour grapes and serve with as much or as little shame as occasion warrants!

 Appetising huh?

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 I then decided to look for a suitable quote to add to the mix (no pun intended!) and was surprised at what I discovered.

For a start, someone (a doctor no less!) has actually written a book advocating that one settles for underachievement, rather than  strive for success.

If you’d like to read what one journalist has to say about this work, click here:

Intrigued? Want to know more?

Then you are welcome to take a peek inside this book at the author’s Amazon page:

But before you go dashing off, let me share two reviews, which might tickle your taste buds:

This one from Amazon rated four stars (4*) even though the book was supposedly not read!

I knew this volume would confirm what I already hold to be true, so I didn’t read it. In that light it’s the best unread book I can remember for ages. Sometimes not making use of a thing can be revelatory.

 

And this one from Goodreads rated three stars (3*):

So, why did I read this book? Two reasons.

One, I am known to be an overachiever (and after reading this book, this is not something to be proud of, really.)

Two, I hate self-help books and I thought it would be funny to read a book that subtly made fun of all of them at once.

Am I going to start being an underachiever? Probably not. But it did give me perspective. Never be too depressed because you didn’t achieve as much as you wanted, because, truth is… you’ll never stop wanting to achieve more than you already do. It’s a bottomless pit!

Time to sit back with a cup of coffee and stop caring about being productive all the time.

Dear reader, I did find my quote in the end. You may be surprised to learn the name of its originator – I certainly was!

QUOTE:

You must always work not just within, but below your means. If you can handle three elements, handle only two. If you can handle ten, then handle only five. In that way, the ones you do handle, you handle with more ease, more mastery, and you create a feeling of strength in reserve.

(Guess who!) – *See bottom of page for answer.

 

Links:

Amazon reviews:

Goodreads Reviews:

And if your interest has been piqued and you’d like to explore the subject of overachievers, as well as underachievers, you may wish to read this post: (Worth reading the set of strategic golden rules for managing perfectionism)  https://theeducationcafe.wordpress.com/2009/11/12/overachievers-and-underachievers/

 

What’s your view? Do you think there’s a valid argument for underachievement?

Please share your opinion in the comment box below and you are welcome to share my secret recipe with your blogging friends and social media contacts!

 

* Pablo Picasso (Did you guess correctly?)

 

Credit: CC0 Image from Pixabay.com

 

That Tree!

The Daily Post Word Prompt

 

Hello faithful followers and lovely visiting readers!

I’m thinking it’s time I posted another one of my responses to the Daily Word prompts. This is so I can showcase my writing ability in another format and perhaps gain the interest of any prospective commissioning editor that might be roaming around my corner of cyberspace! Anyway, I’m posting the following for fun and trust you will enjoy reading.

Please do let me have your feedback in the comment box below.

 

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 Daily Word Prompt: Tree

  

CC0 Image by Hans Braxmeier - Pixabay.com
CC0 Image by Hans Braxmeier – Pixabay.com

 

The horse chestnut tree stood tall and erect, strong and silent, robed in its green summer finery.

How I hated that tree! Hated the way its leaf-covered branches hogged all the light and sunshine from my adjacent garden, starving my shrubs of light and life.

I hated the way it spread its greedy grasping roots past its fenced boundary—daring to encroach upon my property, spreading its life-sucking roots with quiet determination, caring not one iota that it robbed light and life and nourishment from plants that had a legitimate right to be there.

horse-chestnut-tree-pixabay275921_960_720Its leaves, although green, are severely afflicted with rust splotches – incontrovertible evidence that although it would have you overawed by its might and height, although it would have you believe it is invincible, some blighting affliction had struck it.

Just deserts, I say, for stealing accommodation for its roots, for stifling and strangling the life of my own plants which have a legitimate right to be here!

I didn’t care that it offered a home, a sanctuary to those green parrot-like birds, year after year and I could not care less about the grey squirrels that use it as an escape route from the next door neighbour’s cat that regularly lies in wait, hoping to pounce upon the pesky rodent.

chestnuthansbraxmeier-pixabay60346_960_720I did care about the huge amount of life and light this arboreal nightmare absorbed whilst denying my own garden the same privilege. And I did care that it dared to add insult to injury by shedding its rotten leaves in my garden, expecting me to pick them up whilst it looks on in haughty disdain, without even so much as a “thank you”!

So, next door neighbour, now you know exactly how I feel, perhaps you will kindly do something about it. And, if you won’t, then don’t be surprised if you, I and your tiresome tree are featured in the next reality series, Neighbours from Hell! Don’t say you weren’t warned.

 

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Do you enjoy reading? Do you appreciate good writing? Then let me introduce you to another blogger, whom I believe needs wider exposure.

To read her take on this same prompt, please visit: https://whennothingworks.com/2016/10/06/when-trees-walk-home-with-you/. And, if you do enjoy, please encourage her with your comments, likes etc.

Now, should you wish to participate, or if you simply want to read further responses to this prompt from other bloggers, please visit: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/tree/

 

 

 

 

A Stark Contrast!

The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt

CCO Image - courtesy of Pixabay.com
CCO Image – courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt: CONTRAST

 

There is a stark contrast between me and Him.

O yes, we both have the same father. We both belong to God’s Holy Order of kings and priests. But that my friend is where the similarity ends. He is far, far superior! He has to be, for he has made me and he is self-existent—i.e. nobody made him! He existed along with the Father and the Holy Spirit in the very beginning. His name is Jesus.

Contrast.

Now he is in Heaven whilst I am down here on Earth. But it wasn’t always so. There was a time that he was here on this Earth and within 3 years he brought much light and love, healing and miraculous exploits to the world around him. Whereas, I have been on this earth for over 50 years and I cannot say that I’ve impacted the world about me, or the people within the circle of my influence in such a marvellous way. Nope! Much as I wish that were true, I cannot say that.

Contrast.

Jesus was self-assured. He was not fooled easily. He did not strike back in anger, or resentment, or any other negative attitude when he encountered opposition or violence. Imagine being the one who made man, yet allowing the creature you created to mock and jeer, choosing to stand silent, dumb as a sheep, allowing yourself to be sheared so to speak. Sheared of respect. Sheared of self-esteem.

He could have summoned a legion of angels to rescue him. He could have opened his mouth and burned his detractors to a crisp. But he didn’t. He humbled himself. He remained silent. He succumbed. Succumbed to the malicious will of those sanctimonious bigots (fellow Jews) and soldiers of the Roman Empire—who breathed lies spawned from envy… who uttered false accusations… who mocked and ridiculed and humiliated him (stripping him not only of his clothes but also of his dignity).

How meek but strong was that to not react, to not use his power and might to blast them to hell? How meek but strong was that to not retaliate? Oh no—instead, he said: “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”.

Contrast.

Now, if the power had been in my hand, I would perhaps have cursed them with my words. I would have stopped them in their tracks. Or I would levitate myself from out of my predicament. Or I would play games with them and put the ‘fear of God’ into them – disappearing and reappearing, taking on that aura of blazing fiery light so they could not look upon me but would either fall down in terror, or freeze to the spot in fear—and then I’d freeze them permanently!

But that is the difference between me and Jesus, the difference between me and the Holy Son of God. Jesus loved me and loved the entire world. He wanted to obey his Father at all costs, so that the world would have a way of escape out of spiritual darkness, and could be redeemed from the hateful hand of his arch Enemy, who also became our ultimate enemy. I speak of Satan (whom I also dub Mr Diablo)!

He is the Christ, the Messiah.

Me? I was just a doomed, rebellious sinner.

Okay, so now I’ve been saved by God’s grace, through his unmerited kindness. Now I’ve been elevated to the position of a saint (according to God’s reckoning). Yet, as his beloved child, his sanctified saint, I am nowhere near the calibre of this awesome man, who loved and sacrificed himself for me, who lived in order to die for me. And as I read his biography and compare his noble achievements with my base life’s record, I cannot deny the fact, yeah, I cannot disguise the truth that between me and Him—there’s a stark contrast!

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If you wish to participate, or would like to read other contributions on this prompt, please visit: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/contrast/

And, for your further reading pleasure, if you have not already done so, you may wish to read my post on a contrasting character – the aforementioned Mr Diablo (another Daily Post Word prompt).  If so, please go to: Satan’s Suicidal Mission

 

 

Satan’s Suicidal Mission

The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt

Image by Gerd Altmann (Pixabay.com)
Image by Gerd Altmann (Pixabay.com)

 

 How you are fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! (Isaiah 14:12a)

 

The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt: MISTAKE 

Okay Mr Diablo (aka Satan), so you made a mistake.

You had the audacity to think you could overthrow the Lord God Almighty. You not only had the audacity to consider such a move but you also had the temerity to try and act upon your foolish idea. BIG MISTAKE!

And, to compound your catastrophic error, you convinced one third of Heaven’s angels to abandon their allegiance to the God of Heaven and Earth… to the great I AM, and assist you with executing your devilish desire by mounting an unholy insurrection! BIG, BIG MISTAKE!

You failed! Utterly!

Why, oh why you ever believed such a plot would succeed, I’ll never know. Even I could see this could, and would never work!

Now I realise I’ve not been around as long as you have. I don’t have your twisted wit and cunning. But did you really think that a CREATED being could outwit his CREATOR—particularly when that Creator is omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent? I suppose that’s what comes of arrogance, deception and overweening pride. Wow! You are a real textbook example of the term delusions of grandeur, don’t you think? Hush now Mr Diablo, it was a rhetorical question—I was not really wanting an answer.

Was it worth the price Mr Diablo?

Was your evil covetous desire for supremacy worth being booted out unceremoniously from heaven? Was it worth exchanging your prestigious position, as the most beautiful angel in heaven with a highly significant responsibility, for the infernal regions of a dark spiritual underworld?

Granted, your heinous activity and warped influence is fully evident around the world. But for an egomaniac such as yourself, surely it must gall to find yourself confined to exerting influence anonymously, through manipulation and subliminal subterfuge. Surely, it must irk knowing that at the end of it all, you and your cohorts (whom you inveigled), are destined for eternal damnation in God’s Lake of Fire.

Do you ever consider your end Mr Diablo? Have you ever rued the day you decided to usurp my Father God’s throne?

Mark my words Mr Diablo—the time will come when you will have plenty of time to consider your error. Yeah, the time draws near when you will have to face the consequences of your monumental mistake.

(“Dead demon walking…”)

Until then Mr Diablo, let me bid you farewell. Oops delete that—let me say: good riddance!

 

(For biblical evidence of events alluded to above, please read Luke 10:18; Isaiah 14:12-15; Ezekiel 28:12b-17; Matthew 25:41; 2 Peter 2:4 and Jude 1:6).

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If you wish to participate, or would like to read other contributions on this prompt, please visit: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mistake/

 

Quit Comparing!

Hello dear readers,

I wrote the following article some years ago, to encourage myself and other wannabe writers. I think the fundamental message of this post can also be applied to newbie bloggers, or to anyone pursuing their dream (whatever that might be), or to those who perhaps feel discouraged during their journey towards achievement.

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All images from Pixabay.com

Very often we view success in much the same manner as a gorgeous gem within a jeweller’s window display. We’re attracted by the lustre of those diamonds, the flashing brilliance of those stones and the fine quality of gold.

rings (Pixabay)We forget these beautiful jewels have been specially crafted. We forget those precious stones and polished metals had a beginning and that if we were to retrace the journey of those glittering jewels back to their origin, we’d see those finished products from a very different perspective.

RubyNecklace(Pixabay)We’d discover that the item nesting alluringly against a rich velvet backdrop and shining so brilliantly with the help of strategically arranged lighting, started out in a place of complete contrast. It started out in the bowels of the earth.

mine(Pixabay)

Once extracted, if you didn’t know what you were looking at you’d maybe throw it away as a valueless lump of rock. You wouldn’t realise it had the potential to be a thing of beauty, something that evokes admiration, even desire of ownership. You wouldn’t appreciate its capacity to bring pleasure.

The journey of an unpublished writer is very much like the above scenario. We ooh and ahh over the creative brilliance of polished writers. We appreciate their carefully crafted words set against the backdrop of an artfully arranged world. Attracted by another author’s style or success, we long to ‘own’ similar achievements.

books(Pixabay)

However, in our approbation of these works, we often leave a relevant factor out of the equation. Much like our appreciation of a beautiful diamond or sapphire, we forget that this artistic work, these authorial presentations had a fairly insignificant genesis.

Perhaps if we didn’t forget this, we wouldn’t feel despondent, frustrated, or threatened about our own endeavours. Perhaps we’d give ourselves a break, stop mentally flagellating ourselves because we haven’t crafted the ‘perfect’ article, short story or novel.

Perhaps we’d stop dismissing the raw materials mined from the bowels of our creative imagination and instead realise: “Hey! This may not look like much now but given time and patience, it can actually become something of value”.

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And perhaps, instead of constantly comparing the finely crafted pieces of other writers with our freshly mined lumps of untreated ore, we’d start to appreciate, even enjoy our modest beginnings. We’d begin to see our pursuits, not as a path of frustration and defeat, but of learning and adventure.

Fellow writers (I speak to myself as much as to you), let us view our beginnings and efforts with less negativity and more realistic expectations. Let us put our goals, dreams, aspirations and the different paths we take in order to achieve these, into the right context.

SuccessSignpost(GerdAltmann)Let us not fixate on publishing prowess as the ‘be all and end all’ of authorial accomplishment. Let us not be in such a hurry to arrive at ‘Success Street’ that we forget to enjoy the novelty and nature of our quest.

As aspiring writers, bloggers, purpose-driven believers and dream-achievers, let us find encouragement in, and take the following words of Ben Sweetland seriously to heart—Success is a journey, not a destination!

 

SINK OR SWIM? (That my friend is the question!)

The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt: SINK OR SWIM?

Do I sink, or do I swim?
Do I sink, or do I swim?

 

“To be, or not to be. That is the question!” So asked Hamlet (the eponymous character of a Shakespearean play).

Well, my words are not enshrined within a well-renowned playwright’s script but I will utter them anyway. And my query is this: Sink or Swim? That is my question. That is my dilemma. That is the choice I must make.

Sink or Swim?

The choice is not a pleasant one. It’s not like selecting a champagne truffle from a box of Thornton’s chocolates. The choice is, do I allow myself to sink into despair, or do I swim through my troubles looking for the place where hope and resolution meet? Of course, I don’t know how long I’d have to swim before I reach this point. I could get tired. I could drown in my efforts, or I could reach the shore. I have no way of knowing.

Sink? Or Swim?

Do I sink beneath the weight of other people’s expectations and unjust opinions? Can I continue to tread water, or will the constant weight of increasing and unceasing requests—come here/go there, do this/do that, can you/will you?—engulf me within the tempestuous waters of other people’s demands? Do I swim through the morass of moral turpitude that constantly seeks to swamp my soul… that seeks to deaden my godly conscience?

Do I sink, or do I swim? Do I resolve within myself not to let troublesome circumstances overwhelm me, not let them cause me to sink beneath the flood waters of adversity? Do I choose to swim? It is a choice. A daily choice.

But what choice will I make today? Normally it depends upon how I’m feeling. Usually it depends upon whether I have spent time in the presence of my Father God to receive that injection of strength, faith and firm resolve. Will I sink today, or will I swim?

And that is the problem with choices – there’s no one else to blame. You make your choice and you suffer the consequences!

Will consequences be too dire if I were to allow myself to sink within the mire of other people’s opinions—that I’m not good enough, intelligent enough, or successful enough? Does anybody even care that I’m being pulled ever downwards towards the murky depths of low self-esteem?

Surely, to swim is a better choice than to sink? To sink is to give up. To sink is to perhaps invite waiting predators to take a bite out of me, worse still – even swallow me! To sink is to maybe reach rock bottom and never find my way back up again to the surface of possibilities. I suspect there are people who would prefer I sank into oblivion, into obscurity but I shall not give them that satisfaction. Yes, I am weary, but I’m making the choice to swim today. I’m making the choice to swim away, swim forward, swim tirelessly, until I reach that shore.

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If you would like to read other contributions on this prompt please visit: The Daily Post – Word Prompt: Sink or Swim

Question: How do you deal with overwhelming circumstances?

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Faces of Longing

Hello lovely readers!

 Many of you will be familiar with the Daily Post prompts. I do not choose to participate every day, or even within the same time-frame that the prompt was posted.

This is a new feature to my blog simply because as a purpose-driven achiever, I would like to improve my creative writing ability and this WordPress feature allows me to do so without feeling the pressure to produce something every day.

I hope you will all enjoy and would appreciate your feedback on these posts.

 

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The Daily Post – Daily Word Prompt: LONGING 

Longing.

It’s a word that has the very sense of yearning and earnest desire about it—don’t you think? I have lots of longings. I’ve had longings that have been fulfilled and I have longings yet to come to pass.

Take the time I was walking on Finchley Road in London with my friends. There was a posh travel agents that we passed and in the display window I could see an open brochure or poster, showing what looked to be the most beautiful place on earth. I learned that it was the Seychelles.

I did not know that it was a place that people considered to be a dream holiday destination. I just knew that as I looked at this seemingly idyllic place, the blue, blue sky and turquoise waters, the palm trees and powder-white sandy beach, I wanted to go there. No. I longed to go there.

I decided there and then that if I ever got married that was where I wanted to go for my honeymoon. Well afterwards when I checked into the costs of going to such a place and saw that it would cost about a million times more than a holiday to say Spain, I held onto the dream in my heart but felt it was unrealistic. I believed it was a longing that would not be fulfilled.

Years later, when my fiancé asked me where I wanted to go for our honeymoon, I mentioned my longstanding dream but quickly added: “I know it’s impossible, it’s very expensive.” Well dear reader, I could not have been more surprised by his generous response! He agreed, we planned and we went. And it was beautiful and even better than I had imagined.

Longing.

Long held dreams.

The Seychelles was a longing that became fulfilled. And later, when I think about my other ‘impossible’ dreams, I thank God. Because I know he is in the business of making dreams come true. Particularly, if he has placed those dreams in our heart in the first place.

And so it encourages me when I think about my other dreams, which requires a miracle for them to happen. Although I might not be able to see how that dream, how that longing could come to pass, I need not worry. I just need to leave it in the hands of my loving Father God and leave the logistics, leave the actualisation of those dreams, leave my longings in his most capable hands—the hands upon which I am inscribed (so my Bible tells me – see Isaiah 49:16)—inscribed so that he never forgets me and because he celebrates me!

Longing.

It can be a beautiful thing but it can also be a destructive thing. Like longing for something unfeasible. I think of the protagonist in Toni Morrison’s book: The Bluest Eye. This child is a poor, black girl who has noticed she is not favoured by her school teacher and class peers. She observes however, that a white girl with blond hair and blue eyes is popular and very much the favourite.

And because she is not loved at home (she is verbally and physically abused), and because she is not accepted or celebrated at school, she longs to have blue eyes. She believes if she has blue eyes, she will be favoured. She will be loved. She will be acceptable. She will be a person. She will no longer suffer the pain and shame of ill-treatment, or mockery, or rejection, or ridicule.

And so this girl prays to God whom she believes is able to do anything. She prays and whilst she waits for her miracle, she longs and longs and longs until it becomes an obsession. But her prayer is not answered, frustrating her longing and disappointing her desire.

To the reader, her longing is foolish and sad and painful. And we feel for her and feel her longing and feel the pain she undergoes, as she obsesses over this unrealistic desire.

LONGING. It can be a thing of joy, or a source of deep pain.

Purpose-driven believers and dream achievers, what are your longings? Have you had a long-held desire fulfilled? Please share with the PDA community in the comment box below – you never know who needs that encouragement!

 

PS: for those of you who may wish to participate, or would like to read other contributions on this prompt,  please visit: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/longing/

 

 

Who I am and why I’m here

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Ever since I can remember, I have loved reading.   As the eldest in a family of 7 children, books allowed me to escape into a world I thought was better, more exciting  than my own.

I also suffered from chronic insomnia – quite why that should be so at such a young age (around 11-15yrs), I have no idea.  Stories therefore helped me to cope with the long hours of sleepless nights, the frightening dark which cast sinister shadows upon my walls, the eerie creaking of our house, which came alive at night, stretching and spreading its fear-inducing aura throughout my bedroom, feeding my already over-active imagination. And, as if all that were not enough, to top it all, there were the infernal scratching, scuttling noises made by mice, who apparently suffered from insomnia too!

As a book lover, voracious reader and incorrigible word addict, it is not surprising  I developed a real love of words and that as time went by, I would seek to express this love through my own writing. Decades later, I grasped an opportunity to study a degree course at university as a mature student. My subject? English literature of course!  I was in seventh heaven.  I could eat, sleep and of course, read books to my heart’s delight.

This blog has come about as a result of a best-selling publication: The Purpose Driven Life, written by Rick Warren. It has stirred up a desire within me to discover and fulfil my God-given destiny. It has stirred up a passion to live a faith-infused, God-glorifying and productive life – a life that inspires others (particularly women) to maximise their potential, a life that touches those within my circle of influence with the fragrance of Christ. 

This blog then serves to combine my commitment to God and desire to pursue a purpose-driven life, with my long-held aspiration of becoming a prolific, published writer.

With regard to my writing aspirations, I’ve wasted enough time and procrastinated for more years than I care to remember. The following quote discovered recently, acts as another spur: “opportunity dances with those who are already on the dance floor”.

So, without further ado, I’ve decided to vacate my position as a sad, dissatisfied wallflower who sits at the sidelines of life pretending not to mind that I’m constantly being shunned or passed over whilst I wait in vain, secretly hoping success will single me out and waltz me into the world of my dreams.

I‘m joining the realm of go-getters and opportunity seekers. I’m joining the throng of thriving, jiving participants on the-world-is-my-oyster stage.   Do you wanna join me?