Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
Seven Months Ago...
I wrote a little note.
And then....
A Friend invited me to be a part of a Conservative Writers Group.
He asked me if I might write, for them.
And, I agreed.
But, alas...
As it came to pass, I wasn't good enough for them.
Or, maybe, it was because I wasn't "good enough."
Maybe, just maybe, it was because I wasn't, "mean enough."
Or, maybe, it was because, I wasn't "focused" enough.
Or, maybe, it was, because, rather than targeting, I was targeted.
I was condemned.
Unloved.
Mocked.
Mad fun of.
Neglected.
Threatened.
Rejected of men.
I was even told that I was not a writer.
Ha!
Oh, ye cruel spirit, who sought to mock.
Ha!
And, then, I was told that I was not allowed to write about God.
Ha!
I was accused of being a "religious writer."
Ha!
Only "political talk" was allowed, and, not "God-talk."
OMG!
And, then, I wasn't allowed to write, like a poet. I wasn't allowed to exercise, creative.
And, well, that, took kind of took the joy out of volunteering for the guy.
RESTRICTIONS, LIMITATIONS, UNJUST ACCUSATIONS.
But, heck.
So, what!
"Greater is He that is in Ye, than He that is in the World."
Said the Master of all Masters, and the Lover of a Lovers, in Truth, and in Love; Love greater than.
and...
"Rejoice and be exceedingly glad when all men speak evil against you, for great is your reward.."
(Not of this earth.)
"Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, when, even the one son of Sandinista parents, grown "conservative" gets mean against you, in the name of seeking "political writers," devoid of Christ.
Oh, maybe he wasn't really wanting my writing to be devoid of Christ; Devoid of God.
And, I know, I know, even my own Mother doesn't like me to talk, what she calls, "God-talk."
Even so...
God is worthy. God is Love. God is able. God is greater than all these things that bother.
God, who is God, is greater, than, grumpy man, or woman, for that matter...
God, who is God, is greater than, the man or woman, who has a chip on his or her shoulder.
God who is God, is greater than, the accuser man, seeking harm, and hurt. Not, tenderhearted.
Seeking, "squish!"
God who is God, is greater than, the liar man. God who is God, is greater than, the brute.
God who is God has an invitation, even greater than Insulting Cheap-o-man, high stressed.
No matter, how, "nice" that, man, is, at first appearance, or, no matter if he feigns, "sorry."
Ah, Miscommunication, perhaps, it was. Or, maybe it really was, pure, ugly, ugliness.
Agent of the Sinister force. Devil tempting. Devil taunting. Devil's Masterpiece inflicted.
In any event, seven months have gone by.
And, now...
Here I am, back where I began.
Thoughts of An American Woman.
On the heal. And, on the heel. (Ah, yes, the woman crushes the serpent with her heel!)
Thanksgiving-Time and Thanksgiving-Tide; Oceans, and Oceans and Oceans of God's Love.
My Tithe.
My Time.
My Meager Offering to the ALMIGHTY HAND, November 22nd, 2012.
MY GOD. CREATOR. THE GREAT DIVINE DIRECTOR. The Great Physician.
The Author and Finisher of Life.
FRIEND, NOT FOE of God who is God, within me. Even, God as Writer Unconfined.
Friend of Womankind. Friend of mankind. Friend, of humankind. Friend, not unkind.
Yes, I have an axe to grind.
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
"The Pen is Mightier than the Sword," was I, once, told.
Sharpening, Sharpening, Sharpening...
Sharpening the Sword of the Sacred Word; God's Gift to US, this Thanksgiving time.
Practice.
"Let the Chips Fall where they may" --as the Axe does fall well placed, by the woodcutter-good.
Yes, I'm not the perfect writer. In fact, I'm the unwritten writer. I'm a very unwritten writer.
In true confessions, besides, I'm not perfectly a "California Conservative" -- (what ever that is.)
Nor am I perfectly "conservative' by any measure. (Or, so, some might "diagnose" or, "analyze.")
Certainly not by the measure of the son of some Central America Anti-God-Government Rebel parents, "Converted" to, Christian Conservationism in the deep south of Louisiana, am I "conservative." Well, maybe he was converted to, "Capitalism" above, "Communism." You know, those, "converts" to a new "faith" --even the "faith"' of a "Capitalist," can be pretty darn, "zealot."
Oh, I don't know his childhood.
That's between he and his wife; and he and his God. I was never under his employ, anyway.
Grump. Grump. Grump.
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
And, as it appears....
Thanksgiving Time with a Chip on my Shoulder, this California Girl, That I am, that I am.
Ah, Gratitude.
And, an Axe that needs sharpening.
Right use. Right application. Right livelihood. Right mindfulness. Right action. Right aim.
PURPOSE.
An Axe well placed, by the hand of woodsman, good, that invites the chips to fall where they may.
The Natural Course.
God-Directed. God-Given Intelligence-Driven. God-Given Intelligence-Given. God-Design.
The Woodsmen of the World.
I am a daughter of...
The Fraternal Order of, "The Woodsmen of the World," call me what you will.
"Holly of Hollywood" in exile, far spent.
I am my father's daughter... oh, God help me to be...
A daughter of a United States Marine, of Honorable Discharge. My Daddy and me.
Call you what me will.
I am an American Woman. A girl.
"Liberal."
Liberal in love.
And, liberal in grump.
Liberal in chips on my shoulders, no doubt.
Yet, accused of being "conservative" by friends. The locals accuse, "conservative."
Yes, accused of being "liberal" by foes. Accused, "conservative" by other foes, once friends.
I am an American Woman.
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
"Let the Chips Fall where they may" is not meant to be cliche.
Oh, ye, woman-kind, let, "no man take thy crown" I would advise.
Even, as I would advise that of myself.
"So, what!" "So, what!" "So, what!" So, what, that there are men who despise me.
"What is that to Thee? Follow thou me!" Jesus, sweet Jesus, friend of Womankind, friend of Mankind, friend of Humankind advised. (I think it was Jesus who advised...)
So, what if all the world hates you? So what, if all the world despises you? And rejects. So, what?!!
"Greater is He that is in Ye, than, he that is in the world"--even this Thanksgiving Time.
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
Seven months of "bloggers block" --"blog writers block" after being rejected of men--Ha!
Oh, I don't need to waste my time, or yours. It's the book that needs to be written, not, blog.
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind (is not the title of my book, but, it's a start.)
I write not to be writer, approved of men, or man, but, rather to be writer, approved by God.
I write, if I write, for love of God. And, for the love of my fellow man, and for the love of my Dad.
So, help me God!
And, if that makes me "conservative" so be it. And, if that makes me a, "lib" -so be it.
And, if that makes me "religious" --Ha! And, if that makes others hate me, then, "So, what!"
Thanksgiving Time with an Axe to Grind.
