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27 Jan

Sometimes it is after a hilly run when I stick my head between my legs to recover. Love for all, Kelli Rebekah is a blogger, amateur photographer, and missions volunteer with Adventures in Missions.

If you took time to listen to intuition, your gut, the wind – whatever you want to call it – God would guide you. Psalm He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” I have a very difficult time being still until the moment I fall asleep. That “be still” thing is a challenge – where I am pushed to be a better person. After a hard hike, I sit on a rock and stare mindlessly simply listening to my heart pound.

I’d guess most writers use their art as therapy; God knows many of the writers in my varied writing groups are rehashing previous life experiences under the guise of fiction. The goal is to have Novel #2 ready for final edits by December 31st.

My friends Bill and Amanda will be married later this year. Bill is by far the smartest person I’ve ever met; our group has a running joke about the ONE TIME someone was able to show him his encyclopedic memory was wrong. The waitress brought Amanda’s quesadilla and she looked at us like a kid at Christmas. This baby was created over 3 weeks, with 32 leaves (the bride’s lucky number), and handful of tiny silk and pearl flowers, some embroidery thread, and two pieces of fabric the bride’s mother sent me to incorporate in the project. You can find her online at Sarah is municipal attorney, mom to a toddler boy, and United Methodist’s pastor’s wife.

And Amanda has as sweet, gentle kindness that almost seems fake. A chuppah represents the home the couple will build together; my mother had the artistic sense to arrange these two pieces of fabric on the back to represent a home. (She does not play the organ.) She is a life-long Missouri girl with a heart for hospitality and social justice.

I spent a good chunk of the weekend outside listening, waiting to hear him get started. Thank you for your encouragement, and know my prayers and love are with those of you perhaps also wishing a nosey neighbor would get involved. I’m not sure exactly where you live, or I would have called the police by now. I think my brother and I are playing along for the time being because it is simply so ridiculous. Novel #2 was 60% completed when I realized the perspective was wonky.

You’re somewhere just over there, through that cluster of trees, in one of the duplexes — I think. It’s also pretty funny to be at the market and call out, “Hey Big Mama, you want some coffee? This is one of several growth points taken from “Under the Same Moon.” I am rewriting, chapter by chapter. Novel #2 will be stronger than novel #1 — but this requires buckets of humbling work. (Nothing is so painful as cutting away pages you think are clever, but recognize as unnecessary.) One of the classes I’m taking includes reading short stories of well-known authors.