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"A father’s success greatly depends upon his ability to love and be loved."
When
consciousness hit me this morning, I wanted to stay in bed. All day if I could.
I am not one to openly tell
my trials and troubles to the world, but I believe personal details are not entirely
necessary when we choose to share a significant growth experience. As stated
initially, when I awoke this morning, the last thing I wanted to do was face
the day.
I am aware that feelings of
reluctance, unhappiness, despair, and so forth are not unique to me—every human
being comes face to face with the draining effects of discouragement, fear,
uncertainty, pain, depression… need I go on? Life hands us big and small problems
on a continual basis. We all face trials, hardships, disappointments—these are
roadblocks common in life. Some trials are grievous to bear. The rest are hard in
other ways. Any of them can make us want to stay in bed all day.
This morning, staring at the
ceiling while feeling defeated by a handful of trials that amounted to my
present roadblocks, I spoke to God in prayer. For a few quiet minutes, I shared
my feelings with Him. During that prayer, I made the half-sarcastic comment
that if this one particular, small, unlikely thing happened, I would put both
feet on the floor and face the day gladly. Not that I honestly planned to
remain in bed; I usually manage to slip over the mattress’ edge and move
forward from there. And no, I did not expect to get what I wanted simply because
I asked. As I said, my request was for something unlikely, even next to
impossible. I was not anticipating a miracle. I just wanted one—a small,
personal blessing to cheer me up.
Now here is the crazy, beautiful
part: Only a few minutes after mumbling “Amen” at the end of my prayer, that
one, particular, small, unlikely thing did happen! As near impossible as I
thought it to be, it actually happened! So yes, I got my sorry self out of bed.
And yes, I thanked God for the tender mercy that buoyed me up enough to face a
hard day.
If you are struggling with personal roadblocks, I recommend praying about it. God really is a god of miracles. He has solutions we never dream of. Often, you will not get an immediate response to prayer. It has taken a good amount of time for me to receive answers to my own. But my experience has been that they do come, eventually. Every now and then they are instant and miraculous. Those I refer to as tender mercies.
—Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore copyright 2023
"If you have built your castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them."
“Don't ever give up.Words I live by.
Don't ever give in.
Don't ever stop trying.
Don't ever sell out.
And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off. But never, ever, ever give up.”
"No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with it."
For those of us who were born into a situation where freedoms are abundant, it is easy to take daily occurrences for granted. We speak our minds—expressing beliefs, disappointments, doubts, support, ideas—without threat of imprisonment. We make religious decisions—denominations, way of worshiping, prayers, religious observances, beliefs—without limited or forced options. We pursue career goals—public, private, and home schooling; college education; degree options; job interviews—without being placed on an assigned career track. We move at will—from town to town, state to state, county, city, apartment, mobile home, house—void of mandatory living assignments. We have nearly unlimited choices because of the brave, noble individuals who sacrificed to defend our rights to freedom.
This Memorial Day, pay respects to the fallen soldiers, the heroes and protectors of our valuable freedoms. Take some time to ponder what life would be like without the agency we take for granted, and be grateful you can exercise that agency without dire sacrifices yourself.
Recently, I stumbled across an author interview I did a few years back with an administrator from Awesome Gang―"Where awesome book readers meet awesome writers." It was fun to read through the questions/answers again and realize that most of the goals I mentioned during the interview have now been accomplished. It has taken its share of time.
Unfortunately, when goals eat up a lengthy amount of work days, any substantial forward progress seems less evident. But while reading over this interview and looking back, I realized how much I have actually accomplished since then. It was a positive boost for me.
I am including the interview below for your enjoyment. Go ahead and read it while I continue chipping away at my writing goals. There is still a lot I plan to do!
(You can find the original interview on awesomegang.com)
I am currently working on an original book of poetry titled A Heart Made of Tissue Paper. This book got its start a couple years back when I put together a few poems I had written to express personal feelings regarding trials that distressed me at the time. Since then, I have added to my developing book and now have a nice collection of poems. I decided early on to divide the book into seven separate chapters, each bearing the title of an emotion or feeling that human hearts endure in a lifetime, experiences that strongly affect soft hearts.
Of course the first chapter covers the passion, warmth, and uncertainties of love. I believe the majority of poems written throughout the ages (no, not all) attempt to convey what it means to love. The opposite sentiment, to loathe, has its own chapter in the book as well because we must experience opposites to understand what we feel.
Look for A Heart Made of Tissue Paper on Amazon in kindle, paperback, and hardcover formats sometime this summer, 2023. For now, I would like to share a few poems from the book; something to wet your appetite. I hope you enjoy them.
"It seemsmy heart is made of tissue paper;I wish the world would handle it more delicately."- Richelle E. Goodrich
“I want to hear her laugh.
To watch sunbeams awaken her visage and shine through her eyes. To see the gray clouds of regret that hang heavy over her head rain away to nothing.
I want to hear her sunny voice dance on the breeze, as light and free as glossy bubbles, floating up…up…up to pop like hiccups. I want to know the type and form of key I must cut to unshackle even a portion of her joy.
If I could pluck the winning feather; if my smile could convince; if I could stroke her vocal chords like harp strings and make each treble note ascend to euphoria. Oh, to hear the giggled melody she would release into a world craving the balm of mirth!
I ache to experience that. I am desperate for it.
I live for the day I hear her laugh.” - Richelle E. Goodrich
“Hush, hush.Hear the earth breathe.Watch the wildflowers bloom.Feel the calm of the silent dawn.Be still.”
-Richelle E. Goodrich
Copyright 2020 Richelle E. Goodrich