The following is written in order to fulfill my first assignment for Blogging 101. If you go to my blog page to read it, I hope you stay there long enough to read “Salty Talk” or some other posts available. I don’t think this one is very stimulating, motivating or every very interesting! Isn’t that the way we often feel when doing something just because it is required?
My first assignment for Blogging 101 today, April 6, 2015, is to write for twenty minutes. Just write. Apparently it is not necessary for the words to be thought out. So here goes:
What has happened today that might be worth considering as an essay topic? For starters I was supposed to help out a member of my family by driving a pickup back home for him. It was a hundred miles away. He left me there and went on his way to a long journey; he expected me to carry out that mission. Whoa-hoo! I couldn’t get into the pickup! It was much too high. The running board struck me about mid thigh and my over-eighty-year-old knees just wouldn’t make the high step. Besides there was nothing except the steering wheel to pull myself up with. It was just a no-deal deal. Not only could I not get the pickup home, neither did I have a vehicle to get myself home in. (If I were being careful to write correctly, I would change that “in” ending on that sentence. I guess the “with” on the sentence before that wasn’t so great either. But that’s not the assignment.) Fortunately my dear daughter-in-law loaned me her car. Now I have to get it back. And still have to get the pickup here. It will happen. Now I don’t consider that much of a subject to submit to my readers. So let me have another shot at a different subject.
I got home in time today to go to the senior center to sing with a group of friends. I found it very difficult. My voice was really bad and my throat hurt. I have always loved to sing, but since surgery a couple of years ago, my lungs have been sporadic about giving me wind enough to sing. I silently plead with the Lord to heal my lungs, throat, voice so I can sing comfortably again. To me it seems like I could glorify him much better if it didn’t hurt. I remember that he says in the Bible that his way is not my way neither are his thoughts the same as my thoughts. I hope he takes note that I haven’t given up. Some days I can do pretty well. In fact, I was just invited by another group to come sing with them, so maybe I can do so.
I so much enjoyed the Easter music yesterday. As I listened to the choir, I couldn’t see any way that I would be of help to them; on the other hand, I can close my mouth if I can’t contribute in a positive way. I think I’ll go practice with them anyway. Trusting Jesus to help me sing.
Just talked to my husband who is visiting family in a state far off. I wish I had gone with him; it is lonely here tonight. Timer is going off. So I’ve finished my twenty minutes.