Okay, so I had good intentions. I planned to write here every week. I made it once in six months. Go figure. Life got in the way. That is a good thing, I think. Since I last blogged here I attended a writing conference, celebrated graduations, attended a family reunion, took care of ill parents and have had extra people staying in our home since June 28th. I have continued to blog on anwafounder.blogspot.com and I started working for pay from home. School work occupies any spare moments I can create. This time of year I get a longing to do craft projects, but I am determined to finish my degree. Two more grandchildren are getting ready to join our family and as my aging parents deal with declining health, I find the need to be flexible with the things that occupy my time.
The concept of time has been on my mind a great deal lately, the biggest reason probably being because I have been blessed with so many choices. We all have the same 24 hours. We all choose to do something different with those 24 hours. What do I choose? Last week I wrote about my feelings of being overwhelmed and taking that challenge to the Lord. (see the ANWA blog) I learned yet again ("refresher courses" are another blessing) that when time is prioritized and the most important things get taken care of first, time expands and everything that needs doing gets done. The other choices either wait for another day or get attention from someone else. I am learning to ask for help from the Lord and from the people in my life.
Over the past few months I gave a lot of prayer and consideration to finding a way to supplement our families income. Knowing that I want to be at the crossroads for my family members, I prayed for some way to work from home and use the talents I have been given. Just in the last month, four writing opportunities have been presented to me. Every one of them is different. I do not think time will allow me to do all of them.That is okay, too. I get to choose. That is empowering in and of itself. One of those opportunities may not be the best use of my talents. It just feels awkward. I am going to pray about that one some more. The decision will be made based on how that opportunity helps me use my writing talent for what it was intended and not on a fear of being inadequate.