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I wait quietly for a book contract; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly for money; my hope is in finances.

I wait quietly for retirement; my hope is in that day.

I wait quietly for a spouse; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly the S&P to raise our rating; my hope is in the economy.

I wait quietly for my party to change the country; my hope is in politics.

I wait quietly for the day that I finally lose this weight; my hope is in being skinny.

I wait quietly for my spouse to change; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly for a new car; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly for success; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly for my health; my hope is in feeling better.

I wait quietly for things to change; my hope is in that.

I wait quietly for the day that I can start my own business; my hope for life is in that.

I wait quietly for the day that I can do what I want to do; my hope is in my dream.

 

 

I wait quietly for God; my hope is in Him.

Andi is a good friend of mine from college who, just a few weeks ago, was gracious enough to give my family a tour of the estate of which her father has been the caretaker for many, many years. She is a fabulous writer working on a project that I think has huge potential to be very important and very good.

If you are interested in guest-posting here about your journey towards your dream, let me know. I’d like to start a weekly series, if there are enough of you who want to write about it. It can be based around the dream you want to live, the dream you are living, how your dream has affected your life, or anything in between.

If I’m honest, I must admit that the hardest thing in life for me to do is wait.  I’m not talking about waiting for a light to change or waiting for a doctor’s appointment.  I can do those things without a problem (After all, I can listen to a great novel or read a great collection of essays while waiting.). No, it’s the big things – the relationships, the jobs, the plans, the promises – those are things that are so tough for me to wait for.
Continue reading “When Your Dream Requires Waiting…and a Teeter Totter”

Ever have days where you feel like everything you’ve ever written is terrible or (even worse) simply average?

John Steinbeck did. Referring to a writing session during the creation of East of Eden, he wrote:

“It is just no good and I am going to throw it away. Continue reading “Three Things to do After a Bad Day at the (Writing) Office”

I have an eight-year-old son now. He’s skinny, like I was. He’s (mostly) gentle, a rule follower, and he prefers playing with Legos by himself in his bedroom and please stay out unless you are offering food.

Check, check and check – just like I used to be.

I remember late on Saturday afternoons, when I was his age, I would hear my dad shouting out of the farmhouse. His voice moved like a ripple. Continue reading “Theology is No Substitute for Time Spent Waiting Under an Oak Tree”

I’m Uncle Sam
I’m Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam is who I am

That Uncle Sam! That Uncle Sam! I do not like that Uncle Sam!

Do you like your debt with ham?

I do not like it, Uncle Sam. I do not like my debt with ham.
Continue reading “The Debt Ceiling According to Dr. Seuss”

Three vehicles moved cautiously up the long, stone driveway – it curved through the woods like a loose thread. They approached the large cabin, drove around behind it, then parked, and for a moment everything sat in complete silence. But not for long.

The vehicles’ doors popped or slid open, spilling the shouts of children out into the wilderness. Soon seven adults and nine kids (ages 8, 8, 7, 6, 5, 3, 2, 2 and 6 weeks) scurried back and forth from van or Jeep or Suburban to the front door of the cabin like a line of ants from their hill to a fumbled peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Except in this case the ants weren’t carrying crumbs, but suitcases and sleeping bags and swimming gear.
Continue reading “Our Vacation, and the Sea Monster”