A Step in the Write
Direction
December 31,
2012
Update:
December 31! It can’t
be! Where has this year gone? I remember when I was younger, my mother told me
that the older you get, the faster time goes. But, you know, when you’re young,
time goes slow as you wait for Christmas, the next birthday, graduation,
marriage, etc. I’m ready for a new year, and have my goals written down. Do you?
I tell those in my workshops that it’s better to shoot at a rabbit and miss it
then to shoot at a skunk and hit it. Make
your goals high enough so you’ll need God’s help to reach
them!
Thought for
Today:
“We
sometimes miss the great opportunities of life because we get sidetracked. I
once heard the tale of a talented and gifted bloodhound inEngland that started
a hunt by chasing a full-grown male deer. During the chase a fox crossed his path,
so he began to chase the fox. A rabbit crossed his hunting path, so he began
to chase the rabbit. After chasing the rabbit for a while, a tiny field mouse crossed
his path, and he chased the mouse to the corner of a farmer's barn. The bloodhound
had begun the hunt chasing a prized male deer for his master and wound up barking
at a tiny mouse. It is a rare human being who can do three or four different things
at a time—moving in different directions.” (Eric S. Ritz, The Ritz Collection, www.Sermons.com)
once heard the tale of a talented and gifted bloodhound in
a hunt by chasing a full-grown male deer. During the chase a fox crossed his path,
so he began to chase the fox. A rabbit crossed his hunting path, so he began
to chase the rabbit. After chasing the rabbit for a while, a tiny field mouse crossed
his path, and he chased the mouse to the corner of a farmer's barn. The bloodhound
had begun the hunt chasing a prized male deer for his master and wound up barking
at a tiny mouse. It is a rare human being who can do three or four different things
at a time—moving in different directions.” (Eric S. Ritz, The Ritz Collection, www.Sermons.com)
Laugh for
Today:
(Author Unknown)
I ate too much turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and much too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I'm full of tomatoes and French fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But
there's still some dessert so I guess it won't hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!
I eat just a little bit more!
Some of you may know Reg
Forder, director of American Christian Writers. If you’ve been to any of his
conferences across the U.S. , you’ve met Eleanore, who is the
heart and soul of the conferences—taking registrations, handling the book table,
etc. Just last week she was diagnosed with cervical cancer which has spread to
other areas. Reg writes that “without a miracle, she’ll soon be graduating.”
Please pray for this special couple. I’ve known them for 30 years (he took over
the Arizona
conference that I started and ran for 7 years), so this is sad news to me. If
you’d like to email them or send them a card, addresses are
below:
Snail: American Christian Writers
PO Box 110390
Nashville , TN
37222
The
Star Doesn’t Leave at Christmas
For
we have seen his star in the East
and
have come to worship Him (Matthew 2:2).
For weeks we’ve shopped,
brought home overflowing sacks of gifts, wrapped them, and hid them around our
house. We decorated the house, and attended church and school programs and
parties. Christmas carols have rung out in the malls, and salespeople smiled and
wished customers “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays.”
Now it’s over. Children
and grandchildren have gone to their separate homes. We’ve taken trash bags to
the Dumpster. Gifts are stacked on the table ready to be put away in drawers and
closets, and receipts are dug out for those that have to be exchanged. In the
stores, Christmas cards are replaced with Valentines, and salespeople don’t seem
as friendly.
How I wish the spirit of
Christmas could go on all year. Then I remember the children’s Christmas program
at church every year which shows the shepherds and the three wise men making
their way to the manger. And I remember that the Magi didn’t actually visit the
Infant in the stable. Bible scholars have written that they may have come when
Jesus was about two years old. But the
star was still shining!
Lord, Christmas is over,
but may Your spirit of love and giving continue in my heart all
year.
A Step in the Write
Direction
December 31,
2012
Update:
December 31! It can’t
be! Where has this year gone? I remember when I was younger, my mother told me
that the older you get, the faster time goes. But, you know, when you’re young,
time goes slow as you wait for Christmas, the next birthday, graduation,
marriage, etc. I’m ready for a new year, and have my goals written down. Do you?
I tell those in my workshops that it’s better to shoot at a rabbit and miss it
then to shoot at a skunk and hit it. Make
your goals high enough so you’ll need God’s help to reach
them!
Thought for
Today:
“We
sometimes miss the great opportunities of life because we get sidetracked. I
once heard the tale of a talented and gifted bloodhound inEngland
that started
a hunt by chasing a full-grown male deer. During the chase a fox crossed his path,
so he began to chase the fox. A rabbit crossed his hunting path, so he began
to chase the rabbit. After chasing the rabbit for a while, a tiny field mouse crossed
his path, and he chased the mouse to the corner of a farmer's barn. The bloodhound
had begun the hunt chasing a prized male deer for his master and wound up barking
at a tiny mouse. It is a rare human being who can do three or four different things
at a time—moving in different directions.” (Eric S. Ritz, The Ritz Collection, www.Sermons.com)
once heard the tale of a talented and gifted bloodhound in
a hunt by chasing a full-grown male deer. During the chase a fox crossed his path,
so he began to chase the fox. A rabbit crossed his hunting path, so he began
to chase the rabbit. After chasing the rabbit for a while, a tiny field mouse crossed
his path, and he chased the mouse to the corner of a farmer's barn. The bloodhound
had begun the hunt chasing a prized male deer for his master and wound up barking
at a tiny mouse. It is a rare human being who can do three or four different things
at a time—moving in different directions.” (Eric S. Ritz, The Ritz Collection, www.Sermons.com)
Laugh for
Today:
(Author Unknown)
I ate too much turkey, I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie.
I'm stuffed up with muffins and much too much stuffin'
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate.
But I wish I had known when to stop,
For I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams
That my buttons are starting to pop!
I'm full of tomatoes and French fried potatoes
My stomach is swollen and sore,
But
there's still some dessert so I guess it won't hurt if
I eat just a little bit more!
I eat just a little bit more!
Prayer
Request:
Some of you may know Reg
Forder, director of American Christian Writers. If you’ve been to any of his
conferences across the U.S. , you’ve met Eleanore, who is the
heart and soul of the conferences—taking registrations, handling the book table,
etc. Just last week she was diagnosed with cervical cancer which has spread to
other areas. Reg writes that “without a miracle, she’ll soon be graduating.”
Please pray for this special couple. I’ve known them for 30 years (he took over
the Arizona
conference that I started and ran for 7 years), so this is sad news to me. If
you’d like to email them or send them a card, addresses are
below:
Email: ACWriters@aol.com
Snail: American Christian Writers
PO Box 110390
Nashville , TN
37222
My Last Advent
Devotion
Day
30
The
Star Doesn’t Leave at Christmas
Where
is He who has been born King of the Jews?
For
we have seen his star in the East
and
have come to worship Him (Matthew 2:2).
For weeks we’ve shopped,
brought home overflowing sacks of gifts, wrapped them, and hid them around our
house. We decorated the house, and attended church and school programs and
parties. Christmas carols have rung out in the malls, and salespeople smiled and
wished customers “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays.”
Now it’s over. Children
and grandchildren have gone to their separate homes. We’ve taken trash bags to
the Dumpster. Gifts are stacked on the table ready to be put away in drawers and
closets, and receipts are dug out for those that have to be exchanged. In the
stores, Christmas cards are replaced with Valentines, and salespeople don’t seem
as friendly.
How I wish the spirit of
Christmas could go on all year. Then I remember the children’s Christmas program
at church every year which shows the shepherds and the three wise men making
their way to the manger. And I remember that the Magi didn’t actually visit the
Infant in the stable. Bible scholars have written that they may have come when
Jesus was about two years old. But the
star was still shining!
Lord, Christmas is over,
but may Your spirit of love and giving continue in my heart all
year.
A Happy New Year to you
all!
Donna
Goodrich
www.thewritersfriend.net
"A Step in the Write Direction--the Complete How-to Guide for Christian Writers"
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