No Time for Complaint: A Short Story #AmWriting #SciFi #Fiction

He stared down at his phone, relishing the reminder he had saved as his home-screen. Without it he would fall to shreds, he would never be able to stomach what he had to do.

“Stop complaining. Stop complaining,” he mumbled the words under his breath, wiping the sweat from his palms down the side of his jeans. He always got nervous on these assignments. He wasn’t cut out for this line of work.

“What’s that, sir?” The driver asked, his water gaze-liquid from his senior age-glanced back at him through the rear view mirror.

Harvey smiled, forcing the heavy corners of his mouth to stay upward. “Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

The driver nodded and returned his gaze to the road. “It will get worse when you get older, the talking to yourself. You tend to forget a whole lot more when you get to my age.” The man chuckled.

Harvey’s stomached roiled. “How old are you exactly?” He couldn’t resist the urge to ask. He envied people like him, those properly balanced upon the threads of time.

“Seventy-eight this December,” he smiled through the mirror again. “Me and the missus have been going strong for fifty-eight of those years.”

“Oh,” Harvey’s head was beginning to pound. He shouldn’t have asked.

“Yes indeed! Me and Gladys have ourselves five strapping sons, thirteen grand kids, and three great-grands.” More laughter. “There are blessings to old age.”

“I would agree,” Harvey sounded more bitter than he’d intended. At this rate, he’d never know what it was like to be old, really, old…properly dead. As far as his accounting, out side of his thirty-one apparent years, he was more accurately two-hundred and forty-six.

His phone buzzed in his hands. A text message, the same as his home-screen came across his phone. “Stop complaining…Do your job…You are on borrowed time. Mr. Lemon doesn’t abide panic-attacks.” Harvey’s fingers cramped they curled in so tightly. He couldn’t help but panic!

He was going to panic. He always did when he was done ruining someone else’s life.

The car stopped and as if he was breaking through the surface of water moments after the threat of drowning, Harvey pushed open the door and forced air into his lungs.

Three deep breaths, and he was in the necessary fog that he needed to not complain, not panic, not make a mistake as he tore one more poor soul from the threads of time, sentencing them to a fate similar to his own.

At least Mr. Lemon would be pleased.

THE…NOT SO END

*These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt July 17th, 2017. If you find yourself confused, I apologize. This story is another thread woven into the world of  Mr. Lemon, Madelyn Haze, A Necessary Call, and so many others. If you stay tuned and follow my Author Site, you will get to find out a little more about Mr. Lemon and this world of his through my Debut Novel NEXUS GATE 4037: THE ANIMAL, Book 1 of THE MINISTRY OF TIME SAGA, Coming this FALL 2017/WINTER 2018! Stay connected and stay tuned!!!

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

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Encouraged in the Wait: Trusting in God in the Trial

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Isaiah 40:29-31He [God] gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, And the young men shall utterly fall, But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.”

This passage from Isaiah is one that I’ve quoted many of times in my walk with the Lord Yeshua Jesus. Often times I’ve felt it come up from within my soul during times of, you’ve guessed it, waiting!

And although this scripture does indeed tell us, like many others found in the Bible, that the Lord is faithful to those who wait, the power of waiting in the circumstances that the Prophet Isaiah is writing on is what really moved my heart recently and I am certain it will do the same for yours.

When the Lord spoke to Isaiah, giving him these verses it was in response to what was going on in the hearts of the children of Israel. They, like we get many of times, were in great distress and felt abandoned by God in the midst of their trials. Justice was due them and justice was not on the horizon.

As He deemed us worth dying for, we can trust that He is worth waiting for.

Have you been there? I know I have. We’ve walked in the best of our faith and integrity and still it seems like we are the ones to finish last. It seems like our prayers and pleas are going unanswered and seemingly ignored, and like the Children of Israel, we feel discouraged and abandoned, and dare I say it, forgotten.

But here is what our Faithful Father said to Israel and to us:

Isaiah 40:27-28 Why do you say, O Jacob, And speak, O Israel:“My way is hidden from the LordAnd my just claim [justice] is passed over by my God”? Have you not known?
Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the LordThe Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary.His understanding is unsearchable.

You see, these are the verse that precedes Isaiah 40:29-31. It is in the waiting and trusting in the faithfulness of Yeshua Jesus especially in the face of injustice that we are renewed, that we are strengthened that we are no longer weary.

Psalm 31:5, 7-8Into Your hand I commit my spirit; You have redeemed me, O Lord God of truth…I will be glad and rejoice in Your lovingkindness, for You saw my affliction. You knew the troubles of my soul. You did not hand me over to the enemy.
You set my feet in a wide-open place.

The glorious hope that fills my heart when I meditate on these verses, while I wait on the Lord, is in the truth that God is faithful ESPECIALLY when it seems like all the world is against me and nothing is working for my good. I am reminded that He is indeed our ever present help (Psalm 46:1). In Him we are never abandoned nor are we forgotten.

Isaiah 63:9In all their affliction He was afflicted, And the Angel of His Presence saved them; In His love and in His pity He redeemed them; And He bore them and carried them All the days of old.

He is with us in our afflictions and in His love He has pity on us. He sees what is grieving our souls and He is faithful to give us relief. His Word even assures us that He goes through our trials with us, that in our distresses He too is distressed.

Isaiah 49:13-16 says:

Sing, O heavens! Be joyful, O earth! And break out in singing, O mountains! For the Lord has comforted His people, And will have mercy on His afflicted. But Zion said, “The Lord has forsaken me, And my Lord has forgotten me.” Can a woman forget her nursing child, And not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you. See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me.

Our Heavenly Father loves us beyond measure so much so that He would never forget us nor forsake us, especially not when we are distressed. Just as a parent is moved by the cries of their child so too is our Heavenly Father moved by ours.

Knowing that He loves us and has proven that through the nails that were driven into His hands let us sing for joy in the midst of our distress and seeming unjust circumstances, trusting that He has got everything under control.

He has assured us that He can never forget us as He has inscribed us to the palms of HIS HANDS and our walls are ever before Him.

Think about that for a minute. Think about the nail prints in His hands that He bore for us even before we knew Him. Being assured that He loves us that much, we can sing in our trials because He will faithfully come through. As He deemed us worth dying for, we can trust that He is worth waiting for.

Be encouraged that He is near you, He hears you, and He is for you! Meet Him in the secret place in the midst of your trial. Meet Him with songs of praise as you wait and are renewed!

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~Poeima, Poetry in Motion

Remembering Compassion While Fulfilling Your Passion: Guest Post by Phoenix Grey

Welcome to this week’s edition of “Wisdom from the Writer’s Journal.” This week, I have the pleasure of turning over the pad and pen to a wonderful blogger and writer Phoenix Grey.

Bio: “I have been writing seriously for the past three years, though I don’t have anything published beyond what’s on my blog. I write fantasy fiction, and sometimes science fiction. I love to share my stories, and I love to read anything I come across. Words are what I feel comfortable with, they take me to other worlds and inspire me every day.”

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Now on to her amazing offering of wisdom!

Compassion In Writing by Phoenix Grey

One thing I’ve learned about writing is that it requires commitment. Especially for big projects like novels. It takes time. It takes passion.

The best advice I’ve received is to write every day, but what when this isn’t possible? What when you’ve set yourself a daily, or even weekly, goal, and you don’t meet it?

This happened to me recently. I’ve just started a first draft and set myself a goal of 1000 words a day. I felt that was achievable for me. But then, only a week after I’d started, some unexpected events happened and the words didn’t get written.

At first, I got angry at myself and felt like I’d failed. You’re supposed to write through thick and thin, right? Come what may.

Sometimes, though, you need to have some compassion towards yourself. Writing isn’t meant to be a chore, it’s meant to be enjoyable. Yes, sometimes you have to sit down and make yourself start to write when you don’t want to, but I think we’re all capable of knowing when we’re procrastinating and when real life events have to take priority.

Sometimes you’re ill, or your child is, or your partner is. Sometimes a disaster happens in your home or your job. Those things often require all of your attention.

Or maybe you get depressed and you struggle to even breathe some days. Maybe you suffer from some other form of mental illness and some days are just too much to take.

That’s all okay. It’s okay to care about yourself, your family, your bill-paying job. It’s okay to put something ahead of your writing for a little while – even a long while if that’s what it takes.

Priorities are just that. Priorities. And sometimes your writing isn’t at the top of the list. Sometimes, everything you planned to do gets abandoned due to unforeseen circumstances. That’s okay. When things are back on track, reschedule.

Personally, this is something I’ve struggled with. Once I’ve planned to do something, especially if I’ve written it down, I feel the need to do it. But plans can, and sometimes have to be, remade.

That’s okay too. Life needs to be flexible, because when it’s not, it’s more stressful. So sit down and relax when you need to, take care of other things when you need to. Don’t hold yourself to a goal set on a day, or at a time, that was easier. Be as compassionate towards yourself as you would be to others.

Words I am trying to live by:

Treat others as you would wish to be treated, and treat yourself as you would treat others.

So, what do you think? Are you compassionate about your writing? Do you struggle to forgive yourself for missing a self-imposed goal or deadline? Let us know in the comments below.

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A word on Contentment

Be content. The statement can be seen as a command or a verbalized form of permission. Be happy. Be wise. Be joyful. Be content.

One of the biggest mountains that I face is the mountain whose shadow attempts to cast its darkness upon my garden of contentment.

Lack of contentment, for me, comes from the need to “do more.” I seem to be in a constant state of growth out of this need, but there are a few straggly roots that are in my heart.

The need to do more makes me measure and count and compare, as if my life is on some scale. This attitude and mid-set, like that mountain stands in opposition of my faith. It is a hard thing to change ones mind.

When it comes to this blog, I always want to do more. Last year I feel like I allowed myself to be robbed of the joy of just blogging because of the thought that I wasn’t blogging enough. I was not writing enough. Even the question of why isn’t this novel finished yet has darkened some of the light.

But today I am deciding to divorce myself from all of the scales and balances. I am choosing contentment. I am choosing to celebrate getting one post done even if I planned for 10. ( I have not planned for 10 but you know what I mean.)

I am choosing to be content with the ebb and flow of Ascension Graveyard. This story has a life of its own and it may take longer than my “perfect” and totally unrealistic timetable to get it done. That is okay. I am content. It will be finished when it is supposed to be.

That is all. I just had to say that as I wind down and prepare for the weekend.

Cheers!