Day’s Verse:
Then he said, “Is there anyone here who, if a child or animal fell down a well, wouldn’t rush to pull him out immediately, not asking whether or not it was the Sabbath?”
Luke 14:6-ish
Hi readers! Quick update: The novel is currently at 16,207 words, or 32% of the way to my goal of at least 50,000 words. Next week I will have a couple days with no updates as I teach in Pateros, but don’t worry, I’ll be back later in the week. Now back to your regularly scheduled No’.
Day’s Verse:
It wasn’t so long ago that you were mired in that old stagnant life of sin. You let the world, which doesn’t know the first thing about living, tell you how to live. You filled your lungs with polluted unbelief, and then exhaled disobedience.
Ephesians 2:1-2ish
As soon as the rocking and rolling stops, I go into firefighter mode, knowing this is an emergency situation and I have the tools and training to begin mitigating risks to civilians. I’m not afraid or alarmed, just very calm, like an analytical robot just thinking what steps to take. I know what to do in situations like this, it’s my bread and butter, and I’ve has tunnel-specific training.
Day’s Verse:
Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone.
Ephesians 1:12-ish
She’s really something, and I don’t mean that in a good way. Damn girlfriend who can’t just leave well enough alone. Women are always wanting fix me, like “Oh, you’re pretty good, but you’ll be just right after I tweak this.” For once, I want to find some woman who’ll just leave well enough alone. I don’t want my woman to always be performing some kind of relationship chiropractics all the time.
Day’s Verse:
We all did it, all of us doing what we felt like doing, when we felt like doing it, all of us in the same boat.
Ephesians 2:3-ish
“Mother, please. You shouldn’t need to ask about this anymore. It’s been over 20 years.” I’m walking around the house, trying to gather my work stuff together while holding the phone with one hand. I wonder if I can shave without her noticing. Speakerphone microphones pick up ambient noise too well to get away with that, I suspect, but I may have to resort to that if this conversation goes much longer.
Day’s Verse:
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast.
Ephesians 2:8
Welcome to National Novel Writing Month. This blog will exclusively feature regular updates as I write a 50,000 word novel this month. Unlike previous years, I’m attempting a more serious novel. I welcome all productive suggestions, thoughts, and comments. Without further ado, installation one:
I’m not prone to philosophizing. By and large, I leave that to people with the PhDs. I’ve got better things to do than worry about the Meaning of Life or whether there is a God. But now it seems I’ve got all this time, and my brain’s going a thousand miles a minute, but I can’t think of anything else to do that I haven’t already done. Really, there’s not that much; in another place, I’d be out there doing something to help. Here and now, though – well, all I can do is wait. And hope.