For this reader, I pray.
“Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.”
Jude 1:2 NIV
I only know cancer because of my father. I know a writer only because he’s a blogger.
A blogger who regularly reads my words. He added a comment and words he said were inspired by mine.
I’m feeling cautiously optimistic over writing and being humbled by the realization that I put the “cart before the horse”. The query letter must come before the proposal. I felt and feel so dumb.
Well, at least it’s done.
Then I see Andrew’s “like” and comment and I love that he’s letting writing love him in this time.
His cancer is terminal I suspect and yet, he made time to encourage me.
No further words from me, only his words he said were inspired by me.
And a visit to his blog and a decision to pray for peace and comfort for someone I don’t know. Join me if you will, in prayer and in reading his prose, his words on his blog:
The only way I can pass on the joy that lies at the eye of the hurricane is through the words whereby I can show that I do not deign to give the devil his sought-for prize of curses on blashpheming lips; blaming God for cancer’s enterprise as it wounds upon my body rips. But I have found a better path, writing through this vale of pain to climb out of fog-shrouded wrath and bring me out to light again. Words are lamps that help me toward the immanence of a Loving Lord. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
Mercy, peace, love.