MY AFTERNOON NAP

The last ten days I sat with my pew mate, Blanche every morning during a very intense Bible study. I listened to thirty sermons and loved on hundreds of friends.
I'm feeling a little depressed today. I suppose that's a pretty rigorous schedule to maintain, even for a young person. Now, it's back to "life as usual".
I don't think my life will ever be the same however. Even though my head is full, and I'm feeling a little weary, I'm rejoicing in all I heard.
One common message the Evangelists talked about was, "someone prayed for me." It was not always a family member, sometimes a friend from Church or a neighbor.
I wonder how many times the Lord has touched my heart about praying for someone and I haven't listened. Or maybe thought, "someone else is probably praying for them."
Several times, over the years I have read accounts of Mother's praying for their children only to learn some time later that child was in danger. Thanks to her prayers God was with that child.
People have said to me, "the only thing I can do is pray." Sometimes I think none of us realize the power we hold in prayer.
I'm thinking about taking a nap this afternoon, my head feels heavy from all the messages. I'm hoping at some point I will be able to pull some of those thoughts out and be able to use them. I'm praying they aren't just stuck inside my head for eternity.
I suppose that wouldn't be such a bad thing either. What beautiful messages I'm thinking about today.
Oh, yes, now for that nap.

I QUIT

I suppose most writers are driven. We're perfectionists. We don't know when to quit. In fact, I think I read a blog about that---quitting. You've read through the manuscript two thousand times. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit. But you've checked for "crutch words/phrases. You've read it, checking for misspelled words. Syntax errors. Stupid errors. You've read it out loud, and you've followed along as someone read it out loud to you. Now you're going back putting the finishing touches on it. So, tell me, when is it okay to quit. To say, it's the best it can be? I don't know, because for some reason, that phrase "I quit" isn't in my vocabulary. For the most part, that's a good thing. But there comes a time, when you have to say, enough is enough. This manuscript is finished. My husband deserves an award this week. Normally he plays golf every day except Wednesday and Sunday. This week, because I needed him, he took two days off. Actually he came in the office, and noticed a pile of hair on the floor beside my chair, and then just happened to notice it came out of the right side of my head. I have been up at 4:30 a.m. reading, and fixing, and polishing. I yell from the office, "honey, listen to this, does this sentence sound better this way, or this way?" The man's a saint! He's very happy, because I just sent that manuscript to the publisher. Now, should I wash windows or start on the next manuscript? I think I'll eat some ice cream, and then take a nap, because I have I have twenty minutes before I start the next project!