Up In Smoke

My dream of becoming a famous writer seems to be nothing more that a tobacco less, pipeless and smokeless pipe dream. 

I have not written in months.  I wish it were writer’s cramp but I’m afraid it’s writer’s block.  It’s the blank sheet of paper that stares me down and fills me with doubt and uncertainty.  The thought of misspelled words, dangling participles and ending sentences with a preposition make me question why I should expose my ineptitude in black and white. 

It seems living and writing can be discouraging and disappointing but I must not despair…I must not give up.  Life would be totally hopeless if not for one thing…the promise I have in You. 

Dear Jesus,

Thank you; Lord, for doing it all.

Hold me up when I hit the wall.

Give me the grace not to fall.

You are my hope, my all in all.

There’s only one thing that is so true.

That’s the promise I have in You.

Amen.

St. Thomas Feast Day

Today was the feast day of St. Thomas…the apostle they called Didymus.  My parents bestowed that very name upon me…placing it between my first and last name on the birth certificate.  

“Doubting Thomas”…How did they know? How did my parents know that I was a doubter…a doubter who questions all the unbelievable mysteries, unexplainable coincidences and total illogical anomalies?  I doubt, I question.  How and why does God do what he does? 

Even though I have no proof…I have nothing I can prove in a court of law or test in a science lab but in my heart of hearts I know God is an unbelievable God.  And some how that makes perfect sense to me.

Circumstantial evidence...empirical evidence...who knows?  For me the verdict is in, the litmus paper test is done. 

Dear Lord

You are totally unbelievable

The evidence is inconceivable

I don’t understand

But you’re the man

The man who is my God

Amen