WRITE THINKING, the original blog of Robin Lee Hatcher
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the Lord rejoices over me - amazing!
And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, "Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!" (Luke 15:6)
And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, "Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin which I had lost!" (Luke 15:9)
But the father said to his slaves, "Quickly bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet; and bring the fattened calf, kill it, and let us eat and be merry; for this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found." (Luke 15:22-24)
But we had to be merry and rejoice, for this brother of yours was dead and has begun to live, and was lost and has been found. (Luke 15:32)
Reading these verses in chapter 15 of Luke this morning, I couldn't help but see how great is God's rejoicing when I turn to Him. He celebrates in heaven. He rejoices over me. He dances with joy. Sometimes, even when I know better, it's easy to slip into that mental state where I think of the God of the Universe as so distant from me. But that's not true. He is here. He is with me now. He is my Friend, my Father, my Redeemer, my Comforter. I make Him happy. Now there is an amazing thought. I make God happy. Me, who fails and falters and jerks along, falling short all the time at what I want to be, hope to be, desire to be. Amazing!
Okay, so yesterday I had a doctor's appointment to recheck my blood pressure. The good news: My BP is so great I get to go off the medication I've been on since about February. The bad news: I don't just have a cold. It's a sinus infection that I probably didn't get rid of when I got sick at the end of September. The good news: I'm now got some antibiotics to knock this gunk out of me and a decongestant to help me breathe again. The bad news: Being sick has kept me from exercising, and the old scale has been creeping upward. Argh! The good news: The doctor gave me a tip for avoiding other people's germs on airplanes (or anyplace the air is recycled) — put Neosporin Antibiotic Ointment (not the creme) in the nostrils; it kills the germs before they can settle in.
I'm running behind on the VW line edits. I hope to finish them today, but we'll see. Between having a brain clouded by this infection and the need to add a scene or two, it's been slow going. And I really wanted to be further along with the LL revisions by now. I'm eager to get back to them. At least I can say that TVC is now in the hands of my editor, the line edits done. Such is my life. Marked off by the different stages my various books are in. (I wonder: How did I mark off my life before I was a writer with multiple deadlines? Did I even notice the passage of time back then?)
A reader emailed me the other day and asked for some new Poppet photos. Here's the only one that turned out good of us in my professional photo shoot. Zondervan plans to use this one on my books. Poppet is lying near my feet right now, nice and quiet and lazy. But sometimes she will grab a toy and put her front paws up on my keyboard and demand that I play with her. How can I resist such a face? A couple of weeks ago, we were on our way to Petsmart, Poppet in her seatbelt harness in the backseat (I'd love to put her in the frontseat, but I have airbags, and if they deployed, she would be instantly killed because of her size). She looks over and sees this big dog riding in the back of a pick up truck. Oh my! The ruckus she made. She has never barked at dogs in other cars, but this one in a pick up bed really got her dander up fast.
Well, it's time to end my morning musings and get to work.
6:09 a.m. - Thursday, Oct. 28, 2004
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