Victoria Advocate, A Different Perspective
It feels good to finally see light at the end of the tunnel on my writing project. After a long week of adding in layers, usually my favorite part of writing when a deadline isn’t looming, I’m now in the cleanup stages. I’ve made attempts at it all along, but now it’s down to the ultimate sweep. It consists mostly of losing overused words and making sure the chapters are fairly even in word length. Have to admit, I’m a little concerned about the ending on this project because my critique partner hasn’t vetted it. Usually, she points out places where the story goes off the rails, but she was unavailable this month. Picture me biting my nails and you’ve guessed how I’m feeling about this.
However, life is more than pen to paper, an unalterable fact for which I’m truly grateful. In that vein, I attended another Christmas party! It is, after all, the holiday season—and it probably helped that the hostess, who is a dear friend, demanded I go. And in grand style, the first thing I accomplished was to lock myself in her guest bathroom. Fortunately for all, my imprisonment was short-lived. It was simply a matter of not pulling out the lock mechanism far enough—my bad. Beyond that rather anti-climactic beginning—it had to get better from there, right?—it was a lovely party. We celebrated December birthdays, ate scrumptious food, and visited with friends. The perfect girl-party.
The other highlight was a trip to Papa & Maga’s Calhoun Riverside RV retreat, close to Tivoli. It’s the last checkpoint of the Texas Water Safari, and I had one last bit of research to do for the story on deadline. Though it was chilly, we enjoyed chatting with the owner of the RV park, seeing the Spanish moss hanging from the trees along the river, and hearing his stories about the “world’s toughest canoe race.” And, yes. The excursion provided the brain food for one last scene. Sometimes, you just have to see it…
In the meantime, my husband has made cookies and two kinds of candy to give away and plans for more to take to my daughter’s house for Christmas. My sole contributions to his stellar efforts are to help with cleanup—seems I do that well—and talk over recipes. Lest you consider me a total flop, I manage the lion’s share of the Christmas shopping and giftwrapping. Though Amazon gained most of my business this year, I journeyed to Wal-Mart for “cute pajamas” for my three granddaughters. Alas, by the time I got there, the pajama selection had become non-existent. It provided the opportunity to be creative, so I shopped (and shopped) and finally purchased three sets of pink “Wild at Heart” t-shirts and denim leggings. I had already gotten a set of headbands that would provide room for sibling customization.
And that light at the end of the tunnel? At this busy time of year, I’m convinced the historical event of our Savior’s birth brings to remembrance what we need to hear most. God loves us. We are forgiven. And we have everything we need.
For 2024, make the resolution to press into God. Get a study bible and a reading plan so He can talk to you through the pages. Find a church to attend that preaches from God’s Word. Make friends and go deeper with people who love Jesus and serve Him.
You’ll handle the challenges better when they come, and it will fill your heart with joy because you know God better.
Christmas. A celebration of our Savior’s birth. Heaven came down … because we needed to see it.