Scattered

Yesterday was one of those scattered-in-all-directions days. I really wanted to be writing, especially because I'd figured out a major plot change for one of the novels I'm revising and so I wanted to dig into it. Immediately. But it was our night to host a home-group Bible study, so I had to clean the house, never a small task. I wasn't staying for home group, though, because I planned to attend the first meeting of a local chapter of American Christian Fiction Writers. Fortunately, our home group doesn't deal in guilt. As a matter of fact, we're studying Romans, where Paul says there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, even if they play hooky from Bible studies once in a while. (Okay, I added that last bit.)

So I was running around, cleaning the house and also doing laundry, because that's a task that never ends. I set up my laptop on the dining room table, close to the laundry room so I would hear the dryer buzz and wouldn't fry any clothes in the real world while I was revising my imaginary world in bits and pieces. Clean a bathroom, write a paragraph. Fold a load of clothes, write a paragraph. Run to the grocery store, write a paragraph. That's how my day went.

About the time I was getting aggravated with interruptions and mundane chores, my husband walked in and said he'd spotted a pair of bluebirds in the back yard, and some daffodils--daffodils we didn't know we had, because we didn't live here last spring. But there they were. Unexpected gifts. Bright yellow flowers, bright blue birds, and a big grin on my husband's face as he set about finding our old bluebird house and hanging it on the fence.

No, I didn't make much progress on my revisions, but God scattered some nice surprises across my scattered day, and I'm thankful.