Why am I doing this?
I keep asking myself this. My name is Stephanie White and I have more unfinished projects than I care to admit.
The last time I worked up the courage to submit something for publication, it was a short story that got picked up by a best-selling magazine and won an editor's choice award. Cool, right? The two articles before that were picked up by the same magazine, and the two stories before those both won big contests. Again, cool, but here's my dilemma: I am a five-hit wonder with a crippling fear of failure. I have so many ideas and stories in my head, but when I sit down to write them, I can't get it together.
This blog is my learning space, my scratch pad, whatever you want to call it. Maybe, if I'm feeling particularly gutsy, I'll work on a few of those unfinished pieces, but don't hold your breath.
I entitled this blog after a poem called "The Weaving." Though often erroneously attributed to Corrie ten Boom, who recited the poem at speaking engagements in the US, it was actually written by Benjamin Malachi Franklin, appearing in the Memphis Commercial Appeal in the early 1940s. Like Corrie, when I look at this poem, I read my own story.
The Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Thanks for reading. I hope my observations from the under side prove worth the read.
In progress,
Stephanie
The last time I worked up the courage to submit something for publication, it was a short story that got picked up by a best-selling magazine and won an editor's choice award. Cool, right? The two articles before that were picked up by the same magazine, and the two stories before those both won big contests. Again, cool, but here's my dilemma: I am a five-hit wonder with a crippling fear of failure. I have so many ideas and stories in my head, but when I sit down to write them, I can't get it together.
This blog is my learning space, my scratch pad, whatever you want to call it. Maybe, if I'm feeling particularly gutsy, I'll work on a few of those unfinished pieces, but don't hold your breath.
I entitled this blog after a poem called "The Weaving." Though often erroneously attributed to Corrie ten Boom, who recited the poem at speaking engagements in the US, it was actually written by Benjamin Malachi Franklin, appearing in the Memphis Commercial Appeal in the early 1940s. Like Corrie, when I look at this poem, I read my own story.
The Weaving
My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft' times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.
Thanks for reading. I hope my observations from the under side prove worth the read.
In progress,
Stephanie