Chaotic Jumble of Words

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Sometimes people think that writers often spend a lot of time well… writing. That the words just flow out of our fingers at rapid fire. Let me tell you that is not always true. Sometimes we have the thoughts and ideas and can even visualize what we want to say, but there are too many words all jumbled up and flying through our minds. Imagine having a ton of sugar you are trying to pour into a funnel. There comes a point that there are too many granules of sugar fighting to get through the funnel that the funnel gets clogged and the sugar stops flowing. Or you can imagine an episode of the Three Stooges when they all try to walk through the door at the same time…it just doesn’t work.

Writing is a bit of a similar situation. You have a thought or idea, toss it around in your head a bit, process it, then it funnels through the channels in your head, down through your arm, into your fingers, through the pen and onto the paper.

Well, for me the words have been there, the thoughts and ideas are present as well, but they are stuck in the funnel. So I’m still mulling them over, doing a lot of processing and praying in order to unclog the doorway and get the words flowing again.

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Thanks again for your time…

JENNIFER

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My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men. I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids. My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby. I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.

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