A Coffee and Some Thoughts Friday
As you know, I took the past week off from the blogosphere. Jeff and I had a great time at our church’s annual family camp – held at the beautiful Beauvais Lake Provincial Park – where Jeff easily made his way through his 500+ page novel, and I made a good start on Jane Christmas’s excellent memoir And Then There Were Nuns: Adventures in a Cloistered Life. We had wonderful company, great weather, and a seemingly never-ending supply of hot coffee. (There’s something about camp coffee that can’t be beat.)
I was recently reminded of how easy it is to say I love and respect someone when things are going well, but when I am being a putz, and I’m called out on my putziness? Well, then they are being mean, disloyal, unloving, and judgmental. And I’m learning when I react that way, I am showing a considerable lack of maturity and wisdom. Hebrews 12:11 states it well in The Message version:
At the time, discipline isn’t much fun. It always feels like it’s going against the grain. Later, of course, it pays off handsomely, for it’s the well-trained who find themselves mature in their relationship with God.
Because there are times when I have been disciplined/corrected – whether it is by my boss, a family member, a pastor, or a friend – where I have been quick to point out all the ways in which they were wrong, only to have a bit of time and cooling-down reveal the truth and merit of what they said.
May I be quicker to see the truth and merit, and less inclined to look for the chinks in the correction.
I had signed up for Camp NaNoWriMo with a goal of writing 10,000 words towards a novel idea I’ve been toying with for the last three years. So far, I have penned/typed absolutely nothing. As I shared with a writing group I’m a part of, I have done little in terms of writing during my two weeks of vacation beyond writing in my journal. I had allowed many things to tangle into a Big Ball of Busy prior to this time off, and as such, I’m wondering if perhaps this downtime in terms of writing is allowing me to look at things with a refreshed perspective.
Or perhaps I have simply been a big ol’ slug.
Either way, today is a new day and one which has some wonderfully open blocks of time to allow me to get cracking on said novel idea anew.
A friend texted me a picture of a sign she saw in a coffee shop that, for some reason, made her think of me. Here is what it said:
A cup of coffee shared with a friend is happiness tasted and time well spent.
Coffee is not just a beverage, it’s a cup of … Liquid sanity.
And with that, I bid you adieu until Monday. Happy Friday, all! Enjoy your cups of liquid sanity.