April 20, 2026 It’s about the Journey
They come crooked … cracked … a bit wild.
And oh, how quickly i try to smooth them – soften the sentence, silence the spark, settle for safe.
But the truest words I’ve ever written? They didn’t arrive polished … they arrived persistent –
pressing even,
pushing,
pleading to be let out.
Back in 6th grade, in Mrs. Stone’s class, we had a unique ‘word of the day’.
Write it.
Define it from Webster’s.
Use it five times in sentences.
It felt small then. Just an assignment.
But, it was steady sowing … simple seeds of something sacred.
Her husband, Jack Stone, wrote a daily column I read like clockwork – me and my dad, turning pages together, soaking in stories of the local daily news.
And I can’t help but wonder …
how many mornings did she whisper to him, write anyway?
How many blocks did Jack Stone break through because she believed he could?
She passed a few days ago… and I still hear that rhythm –
“try again”… “write again” … “stay with it”.
“Let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9
Stay with the work you are called to do today. Do it over again if you need to.
She didn’t ask for perfect –
she planted practice.
And, God uses the practices and do-overs as much as – maybe even more – than the finished product.
He uses the journey.
In His Love and Light,
Angie