Accepting the Challenge
Once again I have been challenged to write. This time the challenge calls for a daily blog writing of 500+ words. If you have already “flipped” through this blog you know that blog writing consistency has not been my strong suit. The content has not been that great or compelling either. I apologize for my procrastinating, lazy butt attitude. I know I have it in me to write more often and better content but I just haven’t.
This lackadaisical attitude stems from my personal belief that my life is boring and therefore boring to write about. Or, what I think is most likely boring, therefore why would anyone really be interested in what I say? (I’m at 116 words) What I have effectively done is stunt my growth in the writing realm. Having said that, I acknowledge it and am ready to carry out the remedy. Get ready for a slew of blog posts!
I know what you are thinking…you’ve heard this all before. I don’t blame you for not trusting my enthusiasm. Yet, I believe, one must keep trying and hoping that this time it will stick. (191 words) I need to practice, practice, practice!
Ok, shifting to more a more interesting subject matter. One of my happy places. A place where, when I arrive in the vicinity, my soul is at peace and starts singing. That place is Mission Penisula, Grand Traverse Bay, Traverse City, Michigan. Look at this picture:
Can you see how calming, peaceful heavenly this place is? The 78 degree and sunny weather was perfect on this day. My husband and I stopped by a roadside area, rolled down the windows and just listened to the water of the bay lapping on the shore. We could hear Gulls chatting with each other as they fished Lake Michigan. The sky was bright blue as so was the water. There was a slight breeze off the bay that cooled down the air so that it felt less than the 78 degrees on the thermostat. (330 words) Seems perfect, right?
How did we arrive at this peninsula on that day? We were driving South, taking the long way home, from my Aunt Ellen’s funeral in Northern Michigan. We were so close to Mission Penisula, so I said to my husband, “Let’s just go!” And so we did. It was a great way to practice “self-care”, which is something else I am working on.
My life, maybe yours also, is a mix of the bitter and the sweet. We were not in Northern Michigan originally for anything sweet. We were there to say “see you later” to my Aunt. Yet, because we were traveling I was able to visit one of my happy places. I see it as a gift. God said, “I know you are sad. I know you are grieving. After the service, go enjoy one of my beautiful creations.” God is good. He knows me and loves me. He created this earth for me to enjoy. He is generous with His creation. Thank you, Lord, for your provision! (511 words)