In the final days of an all-consuming project. Meanwhile, here’s a from-my-heart favorite post from a way back.
I’ve always found the butterfly effect intriguing: the idea that the mere flap of a butterfly’s wing in, say, Des Moines could start a chain reaction leading to a devastating tsunami in Sr Lanka; or, for that matter, to the miraculous circumvention of one.
But it also happens on a personal level. A few nights ago I was talking with a friend Colleen after our writers group meeting. I was in the midst of explaining my current project when Fran approached. Colleen greeted her. I gave Fran a cursory nod, then jerked Colleen’s attention back to mine so I could finish my narrative. I didn’t want to lose my train of thought (which is at the cosmic core of all that matters) by sailing off to the island of Smalltalk, or by pausing to give Fran an abridgment and, once again, risk watching my train of thought leave the station without me. Reasonable…
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Love this post. God is speaking to me and using you to do it. Thanks
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I’m always honored–and humbled–to be used by God in speaking to someone else, after all it was my own shortcomings that produced the lesson.
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Hi Mitch,
Great application piece. You know I write Christian Sci-fi that tries to get into the heart of readers. It is a time travel series that puts the fate of the timeline on turmoil. Your piece is a perfect exampte of our effects as managers of the time God has given us. I want to take an element from this about a character or characters personalizing their actions with family and friends from history. Maybe talk later? I am not ready to work on it, but when I do I will let you know. I might ask to repost this piece on my site.
Gracias,
Gary
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Gotcha. Thanks, Gary.
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