Hello, Thursday Morning readers! Did you miss me last week? The holidays stole my schedule. I hope you missed me, but if you didn’t, it’s okay. I know how busy life can be and there are plenty of others to fill any spaces.
I’m up early, knowing I have nowhere to go today. Nothing on my calendar. I feel as though I have a wealth of hours ahead of me. Hours in which I can accomplish everything on my calendar.
But, the clock keeps ticking as I while away those hours, wasting all that wealth. Before I know it, the time has dwindled to mere minutes, and my accomplishments? Nil. Nada. Zip.
This wouldn’t be a problem if I was all caught up on my work and my writing. Alas, I am not. You probably know exactly what I’m talking about.
Here we are, at the beginning of a brand new year. We have 362 days left. Fifty-one-and-a-half weeks! That’s 8,688 hours. A wealth of hours!
Yes, I know, we are not promised tomorrow or even later today. But I’m taking this on faith. Hope is new every morning. I’m standing in a doorway of endless possibilities, looking at a brand new year.
Will I waste it? I hope not. I certainly don’t intend to do so.
I’ve joined with a few writer friends to “nano-write” my way through January.
Trying to catch up.
Trying to reclaim lost hours.
A deadline looms. I have a book to finish. A book that my readers are waiting for. I don’t want to let them down. Not only does it need to be finished, but finished well.
So, here we go. I’m starting the year with a plan. My house may suffer. My television will feel neglected. My husband may, too. But my manuscript will not.
My prayer this year is that I will make the most of the time I am given, whether it’s a little, or a lot. I pray for the strength and determination to stay on task and be productive. I hope to be a blessing and an inspiration. I hope to teach and encourage, but also to learn and be encouraged.
These things accumulate like gifts beneath a Christmas tree. Treasures stowed in a chest of faith.
Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being. [Matthew 6:20-21 The Message]
May the days of your new year be fruitful and productive; blessed beyond measure.
A review of Rebecca’s Legacy:
“Betty Owens has done an excellent job wrapping up the Legacy series with her latest character Amy Julianna Emerson.
When her father sends her to the country to spend time with her aunt, Amy thinks her life is over. But as the days pass, Amy finds herself enjoying farm life. But soon trouble finds her and Amy will have to decide whether to forge ahead in her new wisdom or revert to her old ways.
Like so many of us, Amy has to learn things the hard way. With the help of Aunt Rebecca and Matt Wordsworth, she finds the best thing in life isn’t always getting one’s own way but having your loved ones safe and near.
I enjoyed spending time with Amy as she learned the truths in life. I highly recommend Rebecca’s Legacy to anyone who loves suspense, mystery, and romance.