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Just Scratching, and Thinking, and Missing some Punctuation…..

Writing is a tricky art. It is an art, an all-consuming, suck you up alive, think in essay, everything is a story….art.

I am slow to do a blog post these days, quick to scratch it on a document or sketch pad….that  stole from a little pike.

These days I am writing thinking about the world and what they may want, the kids what they are able to hear, the parents and what they will understand. Constantly scribbling thoughts and ideas of how to encourage and cook.

I am working on a book, a little, tiny, set of thoughts that just might make it to some off set printer willing to bind and hock at the local shop, all in the name of hope for the future, by sharing my thoughts and food ideas for and from Him, him and them.

As Momma Pike I am not all that lovely or all that talented, I am just persistent in trying to figure out how to do this all with minimal damage or mess to all the babies, while keeping my sanity intact (or rather getting it back intact).  I have weird incomplete sentences that constitute a complete thought in my head, I over use commas and dot, dot, dots.  I write from the gut and hit publish too soon. I need an editor and a paying job. I want more sleep and better coffee. My hearts desire is to see other mommas, daughters, husbands, and sons encouraged some how by this crazy hot mess of a life I am living.  This is my story today.  I will try to write more stories here and not do all my scratching on paper no one sees……yet.

>Advent Pain

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Slowing down and thinking about the Advent season, leading directly into the celebration of a most wondrous birth….that of our Christ child. I am grateful for this season. It doesn’t hurt the way it used to, Christmas is painful, but not the same sort of pain I am comfortable with. This year it is pain like labor, that of being stretched to the outer most comfort zone of myself, and not the pain of past hurts and grief, though that does show it self at times, usually when least expected.
I am grateful for the pain I am feeling this year, the pain of giving into the long quiet before a birth of new ideas, new lifestyles, new hope, new convictions, new habits in a New Year. Labor is painful, in my experience it has pushed me to go to my soul, deep in my spirit, to the inmost of my being, to the Spirit of God with a silent crying out to God…I have liked quiet in my labor. This labor of my spirit hasn’t been much different, I have wanted to sink inside, to stay in my cozy clothes, read about the quiet things in life, meditate on the word and deal with the pain without words or audible groaning, but groaning there has been. I have groaned that I am not comfortable with who I am anymore, that I need more, that I wanna stretch and walk, I need to sing and draw. I am aching for good art, sweet music, peace that passes understanding and space to figure out all that God wants me to be. I am embracing children more tightly, while letting the loose at a speed that leaves me dizzy with confusion and question. My heart aches out for the child that Iwas, while my spirit reaches out to the woman I am finally becoming, I am both comfortable and most uncomfortable…..full of anticipation, laboring over my life. It isn’t a burden or a heavy yolk, I know that this is from my Father, in this I find sincere comfort during the most uncomfortable pains, I know that God is producing in me a woman by His design, that will be born, that is being born out of this story, His story in me. I am drawn to the idea that Christ, the babe was born after a labor, on the back of a donkey, in a stinky stable…..to hang on a cross for the sins of the world. I am only being asked to become a new creation, to be available to the work in my spirit that a Godly woman would be born out into this world, making the Father proud. I will labor with gratitude.

These are my original thoughts posted with all sorts of funnies, hurts, happiesat http://www.himhimthem.blogspot.com please honor that they are owned by myself (Suzanne Pike) and don’t share them without attributing where they are found and who they came from in the material you share.