Author: Jemmie Jems

I like to see the lightening flash across the night sky and hear the thunder rumble in the distance. Then comes the rain beating against the window pane a fierce hard tattoo.

Chaos outside my window sending  shivers snaking up and down my spine.

Scared, I dive under the covers to hunker down. Yet at the same time I get that cozy feeling knowing nature is wild outside while I’m warm and safe inside.

When I speak of mindfulness I am not referring to spirituality or any type of mediation.

What I mean is stepping aside and just stopping for a minute. Almost like smelling the roses where there are no roses. Pressing the pause button even when you can’t afford to squeeze one extra minute into your life unless it has a name.

Those negative, depression feelings are not health to dwell on, to go over them in your mind. They begin to take a home in your thoughts, those unwelcomed guests that never want to leave. Soon they are with you when you wake up, there in the day in every waking moment until you cannot breathe for thinking about all negativity in your life.

I am there too and I understand. So, I learn to stop and literally look around. For example: at the street corner , don’t cross the road wait and just watch traffic go by. Look out the window and see the wind. You can see it uou know, you can see  what it is can  do by way of movement.

Take that breath and go back to your life. I read somewhere that the pause helps the brain to recharge when it is trying to cope.

It may work or it may not but it will give you a chance to relax for one moment.

One thing more I do is to pray. I have a special life as a born again Believer where I get to speak to God and He hears me. That is faith and it is truth. Nevertheless, I still get those dark thoughts where depression sets in but He always finds a way for me to cope when I cry to Him.

This is me. It may not be you but it works for me.

Now that I have my first ebook out, I need to get it noticed in a good way. So,I need to market the book. Not only that, but I also have other writing projects in the works.

I like to keep busy. To me busy means I have less chance of being lazy getting distracted.

But that is just me. Keeping busy works for my productive self then again, I don’t want to burn out.

Yikes!

Pacing would be a good thing. One step at a time until each and every project is complete.

So, marketing first, which is a full time challenge all by itself. But it is a challenge along with everything else I am looking forward to.

Ask me in six months if I accomplished anything or if I am a basket case.

As a teenager or really as an adult life can be distracting. I remember how important certain things were to me when i was younger: going out with friends to that one event, checking out that special something I couldn’t wait to see. I just had to be there because it would be the end of the world if I missed out.

I learned that there can be something else around the corner therefore, I shouldn’t stray from my purpose or my goals.

I would say to my younger self that there will always be hiccups in life that can slow you down or even throw you off the path to your goals.

My advise is to get up. Keep moving forward and keep your eyes on your goal.

If this is what you want and what you believe in, please stay focused and everything will come to pass.

I am a very private person. Though it is hard to be private in  a world today where social media exposes so many and so many things still, I like to keep something of me to myself.

I don’t mind getting to know someone answering the usual number of questions but, when they ask private pointed questions I get bored and move on.

Frankly, if we just met don’t be overly nosey.

Keep talking while I keep walking.

I am so happy my book on hope is finished. Though it isn’t my romantic suspense novel but it is something else. The novel still has a deadline too.

My hope- see cool pun. My hope is that it will encourage every one who reads it just like it encourages me.

I finished a book.

Yes.

Now, I am working on publishing it and of course marketing. The business side of a writer has to be done as well.

The title of my devotional is Hope Sees What Can Be.

OK. Some say it is morbid, but I am not looking at it with fascination as in entertainment but in awe of how he suffered.

I will make it short. I don’t like talking or reading a great deal.

Crucifixion was a painful way to die. The Romans were good at giving out punishment. In this case, he is an innocent person who was hated because of all the good he did and who he was. 

Outside in the hot sun.  Suspended on a wooden cross with nails in the hands and feet. not just little nails. These were spikes about five to seven inches in length, with a diameter of about 3/4 inches made of iron.   Hammered with great force into flesh and bone.It was a slow death full of agony.

But with Jesus, they up the process and did more.

He was also scrouged before the nails were driven into him.

Roman scrouging was with a whip of several cords at the end of each there knots made with metal or animal bone. Upon impact with flesh, the knots  be came embedded in the skin. When pulled back, the knots would tear the skin.

Then he was mocked, and  a crown made of thorns was pressed down on his head.

Also, when he cried for water because he was thirsty, they gave him vinegar on a sponge to drink.

That was only his physical suffering. There is much to learn about his death, but that is a message  for another day.

It is fascinating to know that he endured it as man, for us.

The average kid with the average upbringing takes things easy. Worrying is not in their orbit. Things are either black or white with nothing gray in between.

I think to be a kid at heart is to have a child’s character. Ask for something. See if you get it, then ask again, and if you don’t get it, you move on to the next best thing.

No matter how old you are, it is best to keep it simple. Be active. Laugh at the simple things. Try something new, and if you fail, so what move on. Life is too short.

Are we there yet?

Kids live with expectancy, especially when they have a goal they want to meet. Sure, they get disappointed when things do not work out, but  most kids pick themselves up and get going. They are resilient.

Oh, to be a kid again and not to worry beyond the moment

Three is not enough, and I was not told I could not ask for three more.

I will not be greedy and ask for three extra.

Well, maybe I will..