The Single Factor

Friday, June 13, 2003

Ah, another day of partly-clouded skies in Music City. I'm working on the newly designed pages of one of my magazines, looking for little double x's that need to be put in green type. The world of publishing...exciting, no? Actually, I like my job. I'm just having a moment, an "I'm a writer stuck in an office when I'd rather be researching luminous fungi for my next book!" kind of moment. I'm serious! One of the characters in a book I've thought about would be a biologist or botanist sort of guy who likes to look for luminous fungi. And what do I know about luminous fungi? Zilch, except that they're, uhm, luminous. I read a Nancy Drew mystery that had luminous fungi in it. No not on the book, in the story. So it captured my imagination. And so did some TV-thingie on PBS, I think it was, about the Limberlost, a soggy but beautiful evergreen forest somewhere in Washington state. Well, I think it was called the Limberlost. And who knows if that's a real place?

I had an epiphany this week. Well, the same epiphany that keeps happening until I'm ready to say, "Yes, Lord, I accept this as truth." Remember the lines from Little Women (the Winona Ryder version...you can debate the merits of this actress later...stay with me, here) that Amy says to Meg early in the film: "You don't need scores of young men. You only need one." Well, that's the closest thing to the lines. Anyway... I was frustrated lately because I realized I wasn't on the "romantic possibilities list" for most guys in my group. Crazy, no? Well, it was what I was going through. So after mulling it over, praying my frustration to God, and listening to some good discipling gal pals, I came up with a motto: I'm a one-man woman. If God has it in His plan for me to be married, I only need to meet and get to know one man, His best choice for me, who will love who I am, including the packaging. And I will love that man. And really, right now, it's all about the single factor...Jesus...in my life. And it's got to be that way forever, no matter the marital status.

A cricket infestation? In what state? You learn the most interesting things on NPR.

Yeah, that's it! I've been chasing crickets. Crickets are hard to catch, I think. Jumpy little boogers. Those things that seem so attractive from afar, that call to you, then stop when you get up close. When you look at them, you realize they're ugly little creatures. Those are your crickets. Eww...I think I dissected a large cricket in high school. Or was that a grasshopper? Oh well. Any jumpy, leggy insect would do for this metaphor.

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ejs