Completing a task might be daunting and difficult

I'm not even sure how to begin this piece of writing in this blog....I have almost completed half of the book I am now naming Shack Blessings. It's not a collection of cards, but a rambling collection of thoughts about how the book THE SHACK influenced my life, with my experience as a therapist. An art therapist to be exact. But something is holding me back. What evil thoughts lurk in the back of my mind as I attempt to finish this book? I was given permission by the author of THE SHACK several years ago to come on this journey. Why am I afraid? Aren't we all like that at times? We start something and half way through it are sure we don't want to finish it....or just don't.

Like this shack that someone constructed and abandoned. Or is someone still working on it? Is it cared for and loved? Does anyone ever stay there?

We really do not know. We only see an edifice with overgrown weeds and some evidence of pruning around the base. Has it lost its usefulness?

How do we know that the creator of this small shack is not trying to ready it for a summertime spot?

Same for my writings. Perhaps I am writing in my head and some day it will be evident for all to see. Perhaps. Maybe not.

I am not even sure. All I am sure of is that there is this burning desire to keep this small piece of written work and finalize it some day. When that day will come, I am not sure. But I have not given up. I am finished procrastinating. I will try to write one entry each day for the next month. I'll check back next month - July 18 and will honestly share if I have written at  least 20 entries. Why don't you pick up something  you have been procrastinating about doing and make a plan?

I double dare  you!

Weeds from our past....

Mack never forgot about the tragedy. He tried suppressing the guilt, the fear, and anger, and the deepest hurt of all, yet it was always with him, ready to spring out and choke him with its intensity.... as the unwanted weed spreads its seed and conquers all other plant life....those strongest of weeds that sprout in the most unlikely places - so Mack found those emotions of negativity....

Finding Nemo . . . .

One of my favorite movies of all time was Nemo, chock full of metaphors, innuendoes, and good feelings all wrapped into one. We are all searching for Nemo or Nirvana or, as some believe, God. In the story, The Shack, my good friend Wm Paul Young set out to demonstrate to his children the concept of the Trinity. Not an easy task, but for a wordsmith such as Young, a challenge accepted with fervor. So, this gentle man took a character resembling himself complete with insecurities and hurts beyond imagination and wove them into a memorable story which touched my very soul.

In the next few months I will share with you parts that healed my soul and allowed me to regain some hope and faith in this world as well as the next....the fruitful end of this project will be a series of greeting cards aptly called Shack Greeting Cards that will be a tribute to Paul for his spirit, his kindness, and giving his blessings on this project I can only hope to create with class and style....

Mack wasn't sure if the missive was from God or not. Was someone playing a joke on him? Should he return to that cabin? Where the unspeakable transpired? Or should he just continue to wallow in self deprecation and decline? The Shack tells a story of heroism and inner conflict redefined. Take a walk with me, if you have never read the story....please do so and return to this page once in a while to connect with others who love the story as much as I....