Writer. A stay at home dad to a terrific young man with autism, two spoiled miniature schnauzers, and three Persians. Querying his debut thriller . #amwriting
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You writer, you crafter of words, do you even realize how rare and wonderful you are?
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Brokenness is something we’d rather avoid, yet it’s a reality we all face.
Whether it’s the loss of a loved one or a season of deep disappointment, brokenness finds us. But what if, in the midst of our pain, God is working? Recently I sat down with my friend Levi Lusko—a pastor, author, and someone who knows firsthand the journey through deep grief and loss. It was an honest and raw, yet hopeful, conversation.
Listen to the whole conversation at hubs.la/Q04ymhSL0
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We didn't get the best news today at a doctors visit. Surgery #3 coming for my Babydoll(wifey). She looked at me and said God has been building me for this, And thank goodness its on a bye week so Nicholas doesn't have game 🙄
No blink! No doubt! No fear! Just Jesus! Its humbling to watch. It doesn't mean I'm not scared as hail, but man the Peace of God is incredible. My Babydolls favorite verse is 2 Corinthians 12:9–10, "But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
She is weak right now, but our God isnt. If you are the praying type we will take em all.
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In 1939, a graduate student named George Dantzig arrived late to his statistics class at UC Berkeley. Two problems were already written on the blackboard when he walked in.
Assuming they were the night’s homework, he copied them down and went home to work through them. It took him several days longer than usual, and he apologized to his professor for the delay.
His professor, Jerzy Neyman — one of the most respected statisticians of his time — didn’t scold him. He was stunned into silence. The two problems Dantzig had casually solved as homework were actually famous unsolved theorems in statistics, ones that had stumped professional mathematicians for years.
One of Dantzig’s solutions was prepared for publication almost immediately. He later admitted that if he’d known those problems were supposed to be impossible, he probably never would have attempted them at all.
Sometimes the only thing standing between a person and the impossible is simply not being told it can’t be done.
- Everyday Magic
Tim Suddeth retweeted
A reminder that feels important today:
Your worth as a writer is NOT measured by:
-Sales numbers
-Your follower count
-Your number of rejections
-How many books you've written
-Whether you have a publishing deal
If you're writing, you ARE a writer. Full stop.
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"Start where you are. Distant fields always look greener, but opportunity lies right where you are. Take advantage of every opportunity of service."
-- Robert J. Collier
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During my CBS interview this evening, I was asked what was keeping me so calm during the forest fire. “My faith,” I said. The presenter asked me if I had a favorite Bible verse I wanted to share. “Yes,” I said. “Exodus 14:14. The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.”
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“I work the front desk at a small doctor’s office, and I wish people could see what happens on the other side of the phone.
Every day, older patients call us confused.
They are told to use the patient portal, upload documents, check lab results online, fill out forms before the visit, and confirm everything through a link.
Some of them do not know what a portal is.
Some do not have a smartphone.
Some have one, but they are afraid to click the wrong thing.
Last week, a man in his late 80s called about his test results.
He said, “Ma’am, I don’t mean to bother you, but the computer says I have a message and I don’t know how to open it.”
He sounded ashamed.
That broke my heart.
He should not have to feel ashamed for needing a human being.
Technology can be helpful. I understand that.
But when people who built this country are made to feel helpless because everything became a login and a password, we have gone too far.
Not everything needs to be an app.
Not every answer should be hidden behind a screen.
Sometimes people need a voice.
A patient person.
A real human who says, “Don’t worry, I can help you.”
Progress should not leave seniors behind.
Because one day, the world will move faster than us too.
And I hope someone is kind enough to slow down.
~Unknown
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One evening when I was a kid, my mom came home after a really long, exhausting day at work. She still made dinner for us. She put a plate in front of my dad.... scrambled eggs, a small salad, and two pieces of toast that were very clearly burnt.
I was sitting across from him and I noticed the toast right away. I remember thinking, “Oh no… he’s going to say something.” I waited for the complaint.
But my dad just smiled, picked up the burnt toast, took a big bite, and said cheerfully:
Dad: “Mmm. This looks great, honey. How was your day at school, champ?”
I was stunned. My mom looked at the toast, then at him, and sighed.
Mom: “I’m so sorry about the toast. I burned it. I was so tired and distracted…”
My dad reached over, gently squeezed her hand, and said softly:
Dad: “Honey, I love burnt toast.”
My mom laughed a little, still looking guilty. “You don’t have to say that.”
Dad: “I mean it. Burnt toast from you tastes better than perfect toast from anyone else.”
Later that night, after I brushed my teeth, my dad came into my room to say goodnight. He sat on the edge of my bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Me: “Dad… do you really like burnt toast? Or were you just being nice to Mom?”
He looked at me for a second, then smiled and pulled me into a hug.
Dad: “Let me tell you something important. Your mom had a really hard day today. She still came home and made dinner for us even though she was tired. She didn’t have to do that. So why would I complain about a little burnt toast? Burnt toast never hurt anyone… but harsh words can stay with someone for a long time.”
He ruffled my hair and continued:
Dad: “We have to learn how to appreciate what people do for us, even when it’s not perfect. It’s the intention that matters. Nobody is perfect, kiddo. But love is about choosing kindness anyway.”
That conversation stuck with me more than almost anything else from my childhood. My dad wasn’t just teaching me about marriage or food... he was teaching me about grace, gratitude, and love in the everyday moments.
Tim Suddeth retweeted
"I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird."
- Paul McCartney
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"We shouldn’t look at writing as a destination where we say, “I’ve made it.” Instead, we should look at writing as a journey" Tending Your Story: How Writers Build a Lasting Writing Habit from @TimSuddeth on @EdieMelson #writing #writingtips buff.ly/Rik6cSd