Book #4 has me day-dreaming about movie deals. It is an action-packed book with some pretty wild events occurring. I wrote 7,000 words before I allowed myself to stop for the day. I had so identified with one of the animals in the story, that I could not stop writing till the animal was out of imminent danger. When he was momentarily safe, I could stop for the day.
This could be concerning. My fictional world is certainly more fun at this point than my real world. I am hesitant to leave it. But leave it I must. Today, as every Monday, I venture out in the cold to the sidewalks of the city's busiest abortion center to speak on behalf of the babies.
This is the weird thing. I love it. I love to stand on that sidewalk and proclaim the truth of Jesus, and His love, and the strength that He gives us when we follow Him. I especially love it when a woman wavers, then turns from destruction to life. It is a thrill and privilege like no other.
I know some of the women who hear our pleas on that sidewalk don't believe us. All they see are the obstacles, the struggles, the heartache, and the worries. I get that. Believe me, I often live that. I know to those who don't believe, it is folly to depend on this invisible God. But time and time again, inexplicably, hope descends in the midst of impossible circumstances.
I feel the same hesitancy in leaving the sidewalks that I feel in closing my manuscript for the day. I don't want to stop until the danger to the innocent is averted.
Prayers always appreciated.
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