Writing In The Hallway by Emily Owen
As I type, my left hand has been out of action for eleven days, due to surgery.
(Purple Sparkly sling)
For the first days of those eleven, my right hand was
pretty inactive, too (though my thumb worked overtime on messages and emails!).
I’m typing this blog with my right hand – things are much
improved, movement is back, thumb no longer carries all the responsibility.
Some months ago, I saw Titus Andronicus at the RSC.
At one point, Titus Andronicus has his hand chopped off
(stay with me, no grisly detail, I promise!).
Immediately afterwards, Titus kneels:
O now I lift my one hand up to pray to heaven
During some of the last six-ish days, I have been editing a
manuscript.
I last edited with two hands as I sat in the hospital
waiting room pre-surgery, and hopefully I will resume two-handed editing soon,
but in the interim, one hand it is.
Maybe some of us are also ‘one handed writers’ at the
moment.
Other life pressures are preventing us from fully being able
to focus on our writing as we’d like to.
Can I encourage us to ‘lift our one hand to heaven’?
As we snatch moments to write, as we push through writer’s
block (or whatever it may be), as our hearts long to write but life has other
ideas, could we hold that before God?
He sees what we offer.
Jesus…..saw a poor widow put in two very small copper coins.
“Truly I tell you,” …. “she out of her
poverty put in all she had to live on.”
Luke 21
Now I lift my one hand to heaven….
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