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I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2"  : "The Not Possible and The It's Okay" The Lord Jesus saves surely and securely, those he has chosen from The Foundation of the Earth. However, living is rarely pain-free, and always peaceful. The saved know Joy in Jesus Christ from the moment of salvation, but joy must never be mistaken with happiness. Happiness has its roots in happenings. These change. Joy has its roots in The One, Who will never forsake the ones, he saves. He never changes. Christians cry because the world is broken, but ultimately, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." (Revelation 21:4, KJV)     |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Côte: "December"" Today's poem is the weekly challenge from
This is an interesting form of poetry. "The Cote is a series of uneven couplets devised by Johnn Schroeder. The first line is a single imperative verb, and the second line is an expansion of that thought," per Dave  . The first line of each of my couplets has an easily recognizable verb form, except "Joy," which I have turned into an action verb by choice. I hope you enjoy this poem, too. |
I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Carols & Hymns" Christmas carols and hymns are my favorite part of the Christmas season. This is the part I can carry with me throughout the year. Jesus Christ came to bring us the Hope of Salvation. I pray that hope is yours this very day. (John 3:16; John 6:37,44) Truest blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Snoopy Hug" There's a metal poster, hanging in my crafting area, of Snoopy hugging Woodstock in a close friendship hug. This is the subject of today's poem. As I wrote it I was reminded of my faithful red merle Australian Shepherd. She's over 13 years old, but she still faithfully follows me around ensconcing herself wherever I am or wherever her "Mom," my wife, may be, as well as being with our daughter because she loves her people. I do get sad at times when I think, that there are fewer days ahead with her than those we've already lived with her. I don't know how someone prepares the heart for the end of life with one's furry canine "daughter," but I pray I show her enough love now, that I can be at peace when that day comes. (I pray, that's not for some time, yet.) I could not ask The Lord for a better dog. She's lying right beside me as I type these words. (tears...) |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Christmas in the 1960s" I would wake up on Christmas morning, anticipating all of the presents I would get to open. My Dad would read the Christmas Story from Luke 2. We would consistently remember to acknowledge the Birth of Jesus Christ as the reason for the Day. I seem to recall singing, "Happy Birthday" to Jesus. From focusing on Jesus through the opening of the presents, this was the best part of the day. Yet, somewhere in the midst of the pile of Christmas wrapping paper, ribbons, and glitter, my heart started to feel sad. It was all over. Now, it was time for life to return to the daily, the normal, and nothing really special, like Christmas. I would feel so sad. Often I would cry. Found out the truth about Santa Claus when I was about seven or eight. That was a heavy Christmas aftershock. These days, I have learned to anticipate Christmas aftershocks by preparing to do something Christmas-related on the evening of Christmas Day. Locally, there is a farm that decorates the dirt road, that leads to half a dozen homes on the family property. The whole trip to the farm, through the farm, and back to our house takes about an hour. The joy of seeing the familiar Christmas lights helps to relieve the after-Christmas let-down. However, I have begun to listen to Christmas music 12 months out of the year, which is certainly an acquired taste, but does that bother anyone else, if I'm listening through my earbuds? To be honest, no one knows the exact birthday of Jesus Christ. In recent years I've become convinced, that the day of His Birth and the day of His Resurrection are less than one month apart, somewhere in March or April in the spring of the year. He came to bring New Life of the ones, He would choose out of Humanity. If I celebrate Christmas every day of the day of the year, listening to Christmas hymns always, then one of those days I've gotten it right. Besides, This is One Birth, that is worthy of daily celebration. God being my Helper, I will continue to be grateful that He came, that He lived His Perfect Life, and that He was crucified, buried, and rose on the third day. Thank You, Lord Jesus, for making life worth living! |
| The pope was trying to get people away from the pagens so he said jesus' birthday was december. It's snot. It was the spring. somewhere around the eginning of April. I taught my kids gifts were in remembrance of when the wise men gave gifts to the Christ child. I did let the stockings be filled by 'Santa'. lol If I spent months making blankets, clothes etc I was going to get credit, so they'd know to keep them as a keepsake. lol |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "December Lights" Back to poetry. I'm appear to have fallen back into 1960s lingo, based on my final rhyme. It's a start, again. Enjoy. |
| Thank you to all the sprinters, who joined me regularly from midnight to 3:00 AM. I have stopped writing at 74,158. So, no sprints at 1400, 1800, or 2200, today. I'm satisfied, that the story is pretty much 100% told, though I may find gaps I want to fill in, during the editing process. Anyone, who has talked with me for more than 5 minutes or so, knows, that I am a Christian. I don't think I can write without talking about Jesus in prose or in poetry. That being said, anyone, who reads my novel should be aware, that I am a pre-tribulational, pre-millennial Rapturist. I see all of HIStory in the parameters of these three touchpoints. This novel could be best described as an eschatological thriller, starting before the rapture of the Church through to the end of the Millennial Reign of Jesus Christ. If you read the Books of Daniel and the Revelation, you will find a plethora of exciting and terrifying themes. I just tried to imagine what it would be like to live through these events. I realize, that I'm not the first to attempt such a treatise on this subject, since the Left Behind series is much more in-depth than my 74,000+ words. It is my prayer, that my perspective on the subject will be unique enough to be worthy of the reader's time. Blessings, 🎄pwheeler joy to the world  . There's no way I can come close to your 500,000 words, but 74,000 is a major accomplishment for me. Blessings, All! This has been a great NaNoWriMo 2023! |
Well, it's just about time to "get NaNo'd." (Thank you, AmyJo-Giving Thanks as I can  ) As much as I wish to keep with my verse, my prose must have priority. A brief one now is no better, nor worse for saying, "Goodbye" in December to see. I haven't decided yet, whether or not to use poems in my novel, but I'm thinking they may be rare, if at all. The intimidation factor is building, since I always look at the starting line, wondering how I can ever write enough words to finish a novel in one month. Amazingly though, once I get started, and with The Lord's Help remain consistent every day, the finish line always seems to arrive, and I feel relieved. Blessings, All! May we each be successful throughout NaNoWriMo. |
| Be a NaNo rebel - write a series of interconnected poems, varying in length, all on one theme, or that tells a coherent story. Think of it like a concept album done by a rock band - the individual songs stand on their own, but, when put together, also tell an over-arching story. |
| Thanks, Steven. I've thought of something like that. However, I'm not sure I'm fast enough to write 1667 words in a poem every day for a month. I will consider it further, though. Thanks for the idea. Truest blessings. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Finding the Narrow Way" Today's poem has been created in response to the weekly challenge from
This week we are encouraged to imitate other poets, especially famous ones. My new poem has been written in the style of Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Not Taken." Even I was amazed at how similar our themes are. I hope you enjoy the read because this form is tricky to imitate. Frost mixes iambic and anapestic feet. Since my tendency is to follow a consistent rhythm. I find myself putting out multiple anapestic feet when I insert one. Frost is a master poet for a reason. Imitation of him requires great discipline and wisdom. Doing this requires a lot of practice. Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "The Holidays Are Here, Again" The holidays are entered by going through a door on October 31st every year. In recent years I've turned my attention to the Door of Wittenberg Cathedral in Wittenberg, Germany on October 31, 1517. This is where Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses against indulgences. This was a veritable conversation starter, which was a main impetus for the Protestant Reformation. Once past the darkness of October 31st, we can turn our attention to the Light and the Joy of Thankfulness and the Birth of Jesus Christ. The days between Thanksgiving and Christmas are rightly called The Season of Light because lights are displayed throughout the long evenings when sunset is earlier and earlier. The holidays are indeed great days, but let us never miss the main focus of the season as well as of the entire year. "Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.” (John 8:12, KJV) Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Kyrielle: "The Living Days Have Just One Goal"" Today's poem has been created in response to the weekly challenge from
The kyrielle is made of at least three quatrains of various rhyme schemes. I have chosen to use aabB, ccbB, ddbB, eebB. Each line has eight syllables of which I am using the iambic tetrameter option. Life is full of so many distractions. Focus is of great importance if we are to get anything accomplished. What a great blessing it is to know, that The Lord is all about focus. Life on Earth as well as life in Eternity has just one goal, and that is to bring Him Glory. I pray, that you are saved, and are actively on board with His Purpose. (John 3:16; Philippians 2:5-13, KJV) Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Frosty's Children Cuteness" Today's poem is my third entry into the
Diabetics and hypoglycemics beware. The picture and poem are thick with sweetness and cuteness. You have been forewarned. If after reading these cautions, you are still impressed to proceed, then by all means, be my guest.  Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Greeting Card Santa Claus" Today's poem is my second entry into the
This is in response to the fourth prompt, down the page, the smiling greeting card Santa Claus picture. I remember this image well from my childhood. The little child in me comes forth in this poem with a new wrinkle from the adult me, who offers a slight poke at a popular Christmas song. I hope you enjoy this offering of Christmas joy about a month before the Christmas season officially begins on Thanksgiving Day. May Jesus, The Babe of Bethlehem's manger make you an everlasting trophy of His Grace. (John 6:37,44, KJV) Blessings, All. |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "These Are My JOTtings, Part #2" : "Cozy in Winter" Today's poem has been created for the
The picture reminds me of so many applications of meaning, radiating out from the physical to the spiritual. I hope you will enjoy the read. Blessings, All. |
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Well done, Jay and all of our fellow sprinters and NaNo winners! 
except I will still cry over the children that do not repent. I don't know what God will do about my son that changed his name to Lucifer and has over a thousand followers.