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by Clarice James
(Guest Author sponsored Giveaway -see details below)
I’m a person with a list of a thousand things—all good—I want to do before I die. Sometimes I think I have to cram them all into one month. When my activities start to overlap, things get pushed around: my priorities out of order, my finances out of line, my emotions out of control, and my back, well, just out.
Recently, when my serenity was crowded out by busyness, I had a hard time hearing God's voice. And I needed to. [Duh.] So I prayed for the Lord to speak loud enough for me to hear over the din of my daily activities. He gave me this personalized paraphrase of 1 Kings 19:11-14 instead:
Go stand over there and be quiet. Don't check your email or Facebook and stay away from Pinterest. Wait for God to speak.
A critique group praised my manuscript and bolstered my hopes before God, but God wasn’t to be found in the critique group; after the critique, a great idea for a writing workshop, but God wasn’t in the workshop; and after the great idea, positive remarks on a blog, but God wasn’t in the positive remarks or the blog; and after the positive remarks, a gentle and quiet whisper.
When Clarice heard the quiet voice, she muffled her face with her great lap blanket, went to the mouth of her writing cave, and stood there. A quiet voice asked, “So Clarice, now tell me, what are you doing here?” Clarice said it again, “I’ve been writing my heart out for God, the God-of-the-Angel-Armies, because the people of God have turned toward the secular market, destroyed your places of Christian publication, and murdered the written word. I’m the only one left, and now they’re trying to kill me.”
Oh, the ego of it all! When I feel like I’m not able to give up some of my activities, writing or otherwise, because there is no one who can possibly replace me, that’s when I know I’m in trouble. BIG FAT PRIDE TROUBLE.
To make it right as quick as I can, I want to clear my cache and start again. However, if I’m not careful, I could rush the process and eliminate the wrong things.
So . . . now I’m waiting—really waiting—to hear the Lord’s gentle whisper. When the cache is cleared, I will hit refresh.
As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. ‘Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.’ The Master said, ‘Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.’ ~ Luke 10:38-42 (MSG)
Clarice is giving away one print copy of her book, Double Header.
Comment (make sure you leave your email address) on this blog to be eligible for the giveaway!
How do you "clear the cache" of your life in order to hear the voice of the Lord?
One winner will be selected by random draw on 3/22/2017 and notified by email.
About the Author:
Clarice G. James enjoys writing smart, fun, relatable contemporary fiction. Readers are likely to find a thread of romance, a sprinkling of humor, and/or an element of mystery throughout each story. When she’s not writing or reading, Clarice enjoys organizing author and writing events. Her debut novel, Double Header (Mountainview Books LLC) was one of three winners in the 2014 Jerry Jenkins Operation First Novel contest. Party of One, a finalist in the 2011 Operation First Novel contest, will be released April 2017 (Elk Lake Publishing).
About the Book:
Casey Gallagher credits a carefully crafted game plan for her wins: her solid marriage to Sam; her lucrative marketing career in Boston; and her popular sports column, Double Header, which she writes with her brother, Griffin. When Casey discovers that her late father, the one man she idolized, had an affair which produced a son even he didn't know about, she’s determined to discover his identity before her father’s reputation is blemished. As Casey attempts to fit the changes life throws at her into her idealistic plan, she is challenged by the dialogue running in her head. Is it her conscience or her imagination? Or is it the voice of the God she’s not sure she believes in?