We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
We've done the work through this past month, preparing for a book to write. It could be said, that Joy is wonth, and fiction's vision's now our sight. How many chapters make this book? How many villains, friends, and scenes? How many times the forlorn look, until my own "Jack" sprouts his beans? Prepared to sweat my hero's days? Prepared to slog depression's mire? Prepared to lead as he obeys? Prepared to finish, though I tire? The days of words will lead me through. The days of grammar, caps, and goals. The days of Joy, and days of blue, while living days in all these roles. Each NaNoWriMo done becomes a future help for those, who read. Each day recording daily sums becomes a meal some heart to feed. Though 50,000 seems a lot when starting book, assaying goal, remember lives are lived as plot. Some steps each day, until it's whole. We do the doings breath by breath, until the task or meal be eat. We live each day, until in death the body's laid, but we're complete. The book is mine should God now give the words to write, the truths to teach. May all, who read in Him now live, that Heaven's Home in Him would reach. (John 3:16; John 6:37; Romans 10:9-10,13; Philippians 2:13) by Jay O’Toole on October 30th, 2022 |