Never enough words?

Who'd've thought. Diane ran out of words. Honestly, sometimes it exhausts me to come up with something creative after spending hours being creative. Make sense? Probably not.

I taught at the 6:00 worship service tonight. I love doing this, it's really a fabulous outlet for my teaching. But, it drives me crazy. Ok, I drive me crazy! I've been thinking about this for the last 2 weeks. I started writing Thursday morning and figured that I would have plenty of time to get the writing done before tonight. Thursday became insane and I ran out of time. Then, Friday was here. I knew I was leaving early - after a long week, I didn't need to just hang out ... and everyone was gone. I'd gotten a lot of work done on Thursday so I knew that I might have some extra time available to me for writing on Friday.

Well, it didn't happen. I made no plans Friday night, in fact, Max left to go out with a friend for dinner, so I even had the house completely to myself. I started processing ... nothing more.

Yikes! I woke up in the middle of the night and cancelled some plans I had for Saturday morning (I love email). Then, I was awake at 8:30 this morning knowing I had to focus. I was at my desk trying to come alive and concentrate.

And just in case you are curious ... I was praying through all of this. I'm not a stupid girl.

Now, I don't preach ... I teach. And if I'm going to teach, I definitely need to have the Bible open in front of me. But, I kept avoiding it. Again, that seems insane, right? Well, you see ... I lost my glasses earlier this week. I have absolutely no idea what happened to them. And I knew that I wasn't going to be able to easily read my Bible without them (stop laughing at me).

Finally I just pulled the Bible out and opened it up. And, really, I could not read it without focusing really hard on the words. I was frustrated. I was getting up to reach for the lamp. I wanted to pull it down from the top of my desk to the desktop so that I would at least have good light to read by. Just at that point, Max came downstairs and saw what I was doing. I whined a little bit, and he promptly pulled his glasses off the top of his head and handed them to me. He went back upstairs for another pair for himself. What a guy.

But, whew! I could finally read! Let's just say ... I have a new pair of glasses by this point. His were much too strong for me. I also purchased some magnifying bookmarks for my Bible and my purse. This will never happen to me again! (again, stop laughing at me!)

I have decided, though, that I must be a moron. I am so dense. Over and over and over again, when I am trying to write these lessons to teach, I find that I can't get anything written as long as I'm concentrating on the finished product. As soon as I give up and relinquish control ... God gets a chance to work through me and with me to teach a lesson that needs to be told. And, as soon as I did relinquish ... the writing began to flow. I was done within a couple of hours and then I had time to read through it and prepare.

Tonight I taught a lesson on holiness. I'm not sure that the entire thing will work for a blog ... but, if I get some extra time, I might try to condense it. We'll see.

It's late ... I need to sleep. Tomorrow is another busy day. I didn't really get my Sabbath day this week and that doesn't make me happy. I rely on those quiet days so that I can approach the busy weeks. Oh well ... Good night!