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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Writing Techniques ~~ "The Writing Bug Bites"

Writers are often asked who, when, where, how and why did we start writing. Some of us, like me, remember when the bug first bit. I was in the third grade, and my teacher loved to have us students write book reports. She indicated that we should complete the task on one page, write neatly (we were also practicing our cursive) and be prepared to read our creations to the class. I loved horses, and at the time, a popular author of children’s books was C.W. Anderson, who was writing a series about a boy and his horse, the Billy and Blaze stories.

I wrote my first book report on “Blaze and the Forest Fire,” telling how the boy and his horse saved the day by riding fast to report the fire. My teacher liked the book report, and my enthusiasm about it.

I was disappointed to learn that “Blaze and the Forest Fire,” was the only one of the series available at our school library. For the rest of the year, whenever I needed a book report, I wrote one about a Billy and Blaze adventure that existed only in my imagination and on my notepaper. I recall there were three of them, one about a race Blaze won at the county fair. I always received a good grade on my book reports, and later I wondered if I fooled the teacher, or if she was rewarding creativity.

As I sat down to write this blog, I became curious as to whether Billy and Blaze had survived all these decades. I went to Amazon.com and found there were several books in that series still available for purchase. The next time I visit the Twin Falls, Idaho Library I intend to search for Billy and Blaze.

References about writing are everywhere. I Googled Bible references to writing and on one site I found 63 citations.  The first reference to catch my interest was when the Lord got into the writing business, writing the ten commandments with his finger on the tablets of stone for Moses (Exodus 31:18). In Joshua 30:2, the Lord commands Joshua to “write in a book all the words I have spoken to you.”

In Proverbs 3:3 we are encouraged to “let love and faithfulness never leave you, bind them around your neck and write them on the tablet of your heart.”  Good advice then, good advice now.  The Psalmist, in Psalm 102:18 looks to those who will follow him when he writes “let this be written for a future generation that a people not yet created may praise the Lord.”

For those of you who are considering picking up a pen/pencil or turning on your computer to write and not sure where you’ll get your ideas, one of the suggestions I offer is that you think about writing a continuation of a story you’ve recently read or a TV series you’ve enjoyed. What is happening next to the characters?  With this thought, I find the Greatest Book Ever Written a source for someone looking for something to write.  The Bible, as we know, is filled with stories and story possibilities. This source of story ideas offers you an opportunity to not only consider “what happened then?” but may even inspire you to study more of the Bible and related sources. For instance, what happened to the donkey on which Jesus rode on Palm Sunday? Was the innkeeper’s life changed after the birth of Jesus in his stable?

Some individuals I know were bitten by the writing bug as they listened to stories told by older family members and realized those stories should be saved for other family members and future generations. Write them down. Since I am not really “electronically literate”, I carry a small notebook and pen in my purse to catch possible story prompts.

I find that cell phones with cameras offer another way to get started writing. So many photos of people, events, scenery, etc. almost cry out for something to be written about them. Perhaps choosing one photo a week or a month to write something about will trigger your writing desire.

Reminiscing about the lives of your parents or older relatives may also bring stories to mind. I remember working in the fields as a young girl, beside my mother and sister. Potato harvesting has changed drastically through the decades. Workers would pick potatoes from the field and place them in wire baskets and sacks for transport to the cellars for processing.  I remember my mother shedding her clothes in the middle of a potato field when a mouse ran up her pant leg. My mother was a shy woman, but she didn’t hesitate to separate herself from the mouse. It could have been a funny story.

Another prompt for deciding to start writing can be an urgent desire on your part to express your opinion about what you read in a newspaper or heard on TV. Letters to the editorial staff of newspapers and magazines are opportunities to write and share your thoughts. I am always thrilled to see my name in print, wherever it is. I remember one time my letter to the editor was published in a local paper and a member of our church read it to friends gathered around him after the service. He had read the letter several times and didn’t connect that I was the person who had written it until his wife carefully pointed out that the “Ruth” was a woman he knew.

Pets can inspire you to write. I’ve enjoyed the company of dogs for most of my life; however, in recent years a stray cat and her kitten have joined my household, and storytelling about their antics fills many of my conversations. I should write these experiences, at least in a journal.

I recently retired (again) as a substitute teacher and found that having students keep a journal is an amazing way to encourage them to think, speak and write. Parents who read their children’s journals may find a rich source of ideas in their kids’ homework.

I’ve retired for the umpteenth time, and I find that I’ve actually “refired”, spending much of my time writing and loving it (most of the time).  I’ve self-published two books through Create Space during the past two years, “My Border Collie World”, and “Civilian Women’s Quarters”, and hope to publish “We Gather Together” in the next month.

      


May the writing bug also bite you and cause you to itch to put your words on paper.
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I want to extend a BIG "Thank You" to my guest blogger, Ruth Simerly, for her encouraging, instructive, and sage words. I met Ruth years ago in a small writing group in the valley. Her smile radiates kindness and her eyes twinkle like Christmas tree lights.  I love the happy smile on her border collie's face featured in the above book cover.  

Please share this guest blog post to those who desire to write or need ideas to jump start or complete their current project.

Happy Reading, & Write on!

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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Poetry & Prose ~~ "Thank You, Lord"




"Thank You"
(A Prayer)

Lord,
Your grace so freely given
Your fruit so generously shared
The best wine poured daily
Your living water forever pure—
Suitable only for the purest—
You, your heavenly hosts—
But not for me.

Still
YOU struck the Rock
That I might drink freely.
Some days sipping
Some days thirstily, greedily.
Never offended
You are always eager to share and to bless.

Tonight
In this wee morning hour
My lips moistened with Your sweetness
I thank You.

You love me
And I love You.
YOU love me, MORE
And I love you more.

Thank You.  

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Contributed by Terry Finnerty who believes that God has created each of us for a personal, intimate relationship with Him through His Son Jesus Christ; and He communicates with us, now, through His Word and Holy Spirit, through nature, and through His inspiration of others; and that we respond to Him, if we choose, literally, through the medium that is unique to each of us-- written words, prayers, music, art, silence, and sometimes, tears. I wholeheartedly agree with Terry's belief and statement in this regard.

For this guest blog, Terry shares a prayer in the form of a poem that he wrote late one night or early morning almost two years ago.  He hopes God likes it, and that you do, too!  

Terry lives with his wife of 37 years, Terri Anne.  He's journaled for years with the intention of sharing thoughts with their two sons and daughter-in-law, surviving siblings, and friends.  Much of what he's written lately has been conversations with God from devotional periods of Bible study and other inspirational reading, prayer walks, and photography sessions.  Writing helps to deepen his awareness of his life and his relationship with Jesus Christ. Pens and pencils -- Michelangelo's chisels that reveal the Davids (or Davidas) that God has created all of us to be.

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Monday, December 4, 2017

Poetry & Prose ~~ 'Tis The Reason For The Season



In the hustle and bustle of the season,
             have you stopped to consider the reason?

Why do we toil so everything will be first rate,
             waiting until December 25th just to celebrate?

Is your heart stirred by the good food,
             tree or gifts,
The music, cards, and parties,
             or the opening of ski-lifts?

Do you long to meet with family and friends
            that you all love so dearly,
To reminisce of times long ago
            that you still remember clearly?

Perhaps the passing of loved ones
             makes you feel lonely and sad,
It’s hard to get through this time
            because you’re just not very glad.

Millenniums ago, the prophet Isaiah foretold,
            that the virgin would bear a son,
Born in Bethlehem, and called Immanuel,
            His advent was a most humble one.












This baby boy, better known as Jesus,
            came to die on the cross for our sin.
Until we repent and accept Him as Savior,
            there’s no way we will ever win.

Is Jesus knocking on the door of your heart,
            or have you already let Him in?
Are you wearing your robe of righteousness,
            or are you still living in your sin?

So take a moment, amidst your frantic pace
            to commune with the King of Kings.
For no one else can deliver joy and peace;
            none other gives the life He brings!


This poem is featured along with twenty-nine others in Volume One of Poetry Time which is available on Amazon or in my Etsy shop, BooksbySheilaEismann.

Happy Reading in Poetry's Presence, & Merry Christmas to you and yours!

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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Poetry & Prose ~~ "Give Thanks"




Think about God’s wonderful gift of love,

Having sent Jesus, His only begotten Son.

Always rejoice with thanksgiving in your heart.

Never give up for He holds you safe in His arms.

Keep your eyes upon Jesus in the midst of the storm.

Stand strong in faith and give praise to our saving Lord.

Grant mercy and grace to others in their time of need.

Inspire others to reach out and be filled with His peace.

Value and treasure His gift of eternal life He freely gives.

Invite others to open their hearts to believe and receive.

Now and forever give God all the glory for all He has done.

Give thanks forevermore for His wonderful gift of love.


Contributed by Lesta of Heartsong Treasures.

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Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.  All of us have so much for which to be thankful.

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Friday, June 16, 2017

Poetry & Prose ~~ "Abba, My Father"


Abba my Father, thank You for giving me life,
            For making me Your child, filling every need.
Your joy is my strength, and You are my song in the night.
            Come fill me up now with Your love and peace.

Abba my Father, thank You for sending Your Son.
            Jesus paid the price for a debt I could not pay.
Your awesome Love for me is more than enough,
            Showing me Your mercy, giving me Your grace.

Abba my Father, Your Holy Spirit sets my heart on fire.
            Breathe upon me now like a mighty rushing wind.
Being filled with more of You is my heart’s one desire.
            You are my Comforter, Savior, and my closest Friend.
           
Abba my Father, I will forever praise You,
            I come to You now on bended knee.
I worship You now in Spirit and Truth.
            You are altogether lovely, so beautiful You are to me.


Contributed by Lesta of Heartsong Treasures.

Happy Reading in Poetry's Presence & Happy Father's Day!


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Friday, May 12, 2017

Poetry & Prose ~ "The Eyes of My Heart"



Mom, the eyes of my heart will forever see,
            Just how special your love will always be.
Throughout the years you were always there,
            With gentle smiles and many heartfelt prayers.

Unwavering in your unconditional love for everyone,
            Your embraced us in the warmth of your love.
When the storms and trials of life came our way,
            You always had words of wisdom for each new day.

You freely gave of yourself to give us a better life,
            Putting aside your own desires, making many a sacrifice.
You laughed with us through the joys we shared,
            And cried with us showing how much you cared.

Now that you've gone home to be with our Lord,
            I know that I will see you on Heaven’s shore.
You are with that great cloud of witnesses watching from Heaven above,
            Cheering us on in prayer, surrounding us with your love.
           
From the depths of my heart, I thank you once again,
            For being my mom and for being my friend.
For it is the eyes of my heart that will always see,
            Just how much your motherly love means to me.

From your loving daughter, forever.

       
Contributed by Lesta of Heartsong Treasures. 

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Friday, February 17, 2017

Poetry & Prose - "The Work of Your Hands I See"



In all of Your creation, it is the work of Your hands I see.
            Your fingerprints are everywhere, proclaiming Your majesty.
You hold the universe together by the power of Your spoken Word,
            And all of creation cries out in praise proclaiming Your matchless worth. 

When the morning sun rises and is ever shining bright,
            I am reminded that You alone are the light of my life.
When I gaze into the midnight sky and see the countless stars,
             Knowing You named them one by one overwhelms my heart. 

In the early spring when Your gardens burst forth with vibrant flowers,
            I see Your awesome wonders and I sense Your mighty power.
Rainbows remind me of Your everlasting covenant, Your promises forever true, 
             And what You have said in your Word, You are faithful to do.
  
Just like the summer rains that fall upon the desert sands, 
             Your love rains down on me and I am safe in the palm of Your hand.
 And just like the waters of the sea that needs the oceans’ shore, 
             Oh how I need your presence in my life,  I need You more.  

 Even in the midst of a raging storm and all hope seems to be gone,
            You fill my life with laughter and joy, my heart overflows with song.
In all of Your marvelous creation I see an intricate design and plan,
             I feel the power of Your love, and I see the works of Your mighty hands.

Contributed by Lesta of Heartsong Treasures
All  rights reserved.  Used by permission.

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Monday, December 12, 2016

Poetry & Prose ~~ "Inspirational Twelve Days of Christmas"

On the first day of Christmas                                        
My true Lord gave to me:                                               
Faith for any situation.                               

On the second day of Christmas,                                
My true Lord gave to me:                                               
Grace to stand in Him,                                                   
and faith for any situation.                                                

On the third day of Christmas,                                     
My true Lord gave to me:                                               
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,                                    
Grace to stand in Him,                                                   
and faith for any situation.   
                                         
On the fourth day of Christmas,                                 
My true Lord gave to me:                                                               
Plenty of perseverance,                                                  
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,                                                    
and faith for any situation.                                           
                                                                                                 
On the fifth day of Christmas,                                      
My true Lord gave to me:                                               
Character built in the crucible!                                                        
Plenty of perseverance,                                                  
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,                                            
Grace to stand in Him,                                                    
and faith for any situation.   

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true Lord gave to me:
Hope as my soul's anchor,
Character built in the crucible!
Plenty of perseverance,
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,
and faith for any situation.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true Lord gave to me.
Abundant love when needed,
Hope as my soul's anchor,
Character built in the crucible!
Plenty of perseverance,
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,
and faith for any situation.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true Lord gave to me:
Joy to spread to others,
Abundant love when needed,
Hope as my soul's anchor,
Character built in the crucible!
Plenty of perseverance,
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,
and faith for any situation.                                

On the ninth day of Christmas,  
My true Lord gave to me:                                                                          
Truth to speak in love,                                                    
Joy to spread to others,                                                   
Abundant love when needed,                                     
Hope as my soul’s anchor,                                            
Character built in the crucible!                                   
Plenty of perseverance,                                                  
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,                                    
Grace to stand in Him,                                                    
and faith for any situation.                                            
                                                                                                 
On the tenth day of Christmas,                                    
My true Lord gave to me:
Understanding of His word,                                        
Truth to speak in love,                                                   
Joy to spread to others,                                                   
Abundant love when needed,                                     
Hope as my soul’s anchor,                                            
Character built in the crucible!                                    
Plenty of perseverance,                                                  
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,                                    
Grace to stand in Him,                                                    
and faith for any situation.   

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true Lord gave to me:
The gift of discernment,
Understanding of His word,
Truth to speak in love,
Joy to spread to others,
Abundant love when needed,
Hope as my soul's anchor,
Character built in the crucible!
Plenty of perseverance,
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,
and faith for any situation.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true Lord gave to me:
Peace that passes understanding,
The gift of discernment,
Understanding of His word,
Truth to speak in love,
Joy to spread to others,
Abundant love when needed,
Hope as my soul's anchor,
Character built in the crucible!
Plenty of perseverance,
Ability to rejoice in sufferings,
Grace to stand in Him,
and faith for any situation.                                     


Isaiah 9:6 ~~ “For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder. And his name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” 

Jesus is the King of Kings, and there is nothing like the life He brings!   By Him, In Him, and Through Him we have our faith, grace, abilities, perseverance, character, hope, love, joy, truth, understanding, discernment and peace. 

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