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  Patricia Hammell Kashtock

Aka: Pat Kashtock. Mother of three, wife of one. BA in Social Work and Biblical Studies. Graduate work at Virginia Tech interrupted, then derailed by oldest child’s brain tumor...

My life has not followed the course I planned. But I am not complaining. Pain is to be expected in a world broken apart from its Creator.

The miracle resides in the ability to find joy when least expected...


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For What It's Worth

Each life is a journey. The voices of many guides try to direct us, saying, “This is the path – walk in it!” Yet each one leads in a different direction.

I believe only one Voice can be true. That Voice will lead us in ways most unexpected, into worlds yet undiscovered. It will lead us up the hill, around the river and through the forest. And sometimes, it will lead without mercy.

Or so it seems.

I have made listening for that Voice and following it, my life’s quest. I will share some of what I have heard that Voice say with you. But I am not in the business of telling people how to think or what to believe. Each has to decide for himself. Only you can decide if you find the truth of the Voice in these words. And only you can decide how much it is worth to know the Voice, and follow.

But for me, it is worth the whole world.

And then some…

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Armor-plated Time Warping Locusts

Lord, my life is a nightmare of things left undone. Armor plated locusts feast on the edges of my time. The click of their steel jaws sounds day and night. And I am left with too few things started, and little finished.

            --- So? Write. --

Are You serious?

            -- Yes --

You know, that makes no sense.

            -- Yes it does. In My "economy" as you think of it, it makes perfect sense. --

And I think I am talking to myself. Making this up, just to make myself feel better. Lord -- it hasn't washed at all in the past.

            -- So you think.

            You're thinking isn't always accurate. I hate to break it to you... --

Ha, ha.

Okay, then. What should I write?

            -- Your book. --

Sigh. Which one?

            -- The Heidi book. Of course. --

Oh, Lord! Misery. I don't know what to do with it.

-- You try too hard to be perfect. Just finish it. That would be a good start. --

Oh, You are very punny... And that sounds just akin to torture. Finishing something like that = only a start!

Big sigh, big... sigh.

-- You worry too much about the end of the thing when I have you placed at the starting line. This one is not a sprint. You can't see the finish line from the blocks. In this race. You don't even know where the finish line is, yet you fuss over it trying to envision it, and trying to figure out how you will get yourself there.

            Yes -- I did say to count the cost before embarking on a journey, a project.

            But I also said don't worry about tomorrow for today has enough trouble to occupy you. --

Oh. A reminder. A day isn't easy, no matter where in the world we are. Even in cushy America.

     -- Correct. To whom much is given, more is expected. --

We don't have to fight for survival -- food/clothing/and shelter-wise. But we have time gorging locusts to contend with.

            -- Yes. And sometimes they are very tiny ones that slip your notice continually. Other times you let them in "just this once," because you see some promise of fulfillment strapped to their backs like a treat. You fall for their deception.

Other times they are devouring monsters. Either way, you need my protection. --

That last comes from "being in" Your "will."

            -- Yes. Partly. The part you are missing. --

Which is not writing.

             -- Uh huh... –

 Can I sigh now?

            -- Sure. But it won't help. --

And I can just about see You grinning, which makes me smile.



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Reader Comments (1)

I'm with God on this - we have been waiting a LONG time for the Heidi book. I too have been prompted to write lately - in my case poems. Something I read was "you write not because you understand but to understand." I find that to be true in my case. It might help you with Heidi.

September 28, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFrances Michaels

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