The Treacherous Journey...
3...to Writing a Connect Devotional
The Treacherous Journey to Writing a Connect Devotional
The writer, whose name happened to be Elijah, was afraid. He had just defeated enemies—writer's block, stiff neck, an annoying bird singing—but they were clamoring to badger him again if he attempted more writing. He decided to run for his life.
But wait—he was committed. It was a new week. He had to write another Connect Devotional. He had fought his way through last week's to victory. But now it was time to write another.
He was on edge, and, not knowing how to start, he headed for the dessert. He ended up, however, cowering in the broom closet, praying that he might die rather than embark on another round of writing.
“I have had enough, Brian. Please, take my first submission. I am not able to come up with a better one.” he fitfully moaned as he fell fast asleep in the broom closet. (Brian was his editor. A mighty fine one, too. But even fine editors can contribute to a writer's demise.)
“Ps-s-st. Wake up,” a voice said. “Here—have a cake of angelfood.”
Angelfood! Elijah the Writer scarfed it down and promptly fell back to sleep in the broom closet.
The voice returned. “Ps-s-st. Elijah. Wake up. Have some more angelfood and then get crackin'. You have a Connect Devotional to write.”
For what seemed like forty days and nights he journeyed toward his destination—the completion of the devotional.
Eventually he made some progress—sensing he had arrived at where God would meet him and instruct him how to proceed. But first, he must sleep.
“Ps-s-st,” another voice said, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
“I have been very zealous about writing these devotionals. But my editor has rejected my attempts. I think he is trying to kill me.”
The voice replied, “Quit your belly-aching, Elijah. He is not trying to kill you. Here, stand in front of this screen and I'll show you what it would be like if he were trying to kill you.” There on the screen were scenes of wind tearing mountains apart, the earth quaking, a consuming fire. Elijah the Writer got the point.
Then a gentle voice beckoned him and he ventured out of his funk to listen.
The voice again asked, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”
“I have been very zealous about writing these devotionals. But my editor has rejected my attempts. I think he is trying to kill me. Maybe he is trying to kill the other writers, too. But I don't think so. Just me. I am the only one he is trying to kill.”
“Buck up,” the voice said. “Get yourself back to your computer and write, write, write. Oh, and by the way, there are 7000 other writers out there sweating it out just like you.”
The End
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Jan Ross Jun 29, 2022 @ 11:04 am
Brian Jun 27, 2022 @ 11:57 am
Lana Jun 27, 2022 @ 11:30 am
Some background: I wrote this during the Shelter Series in May of 2020. (Remember life in May of 2020?!)
Our Scripture was 1 Kings 29:1-18. A read of it may explain some of the silliness here.
Along with the rest of the team, Much thanks to God for you all.