Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Feels Like Midnight

Running and I are not friends. There are reasons for this. Good reasons. For now, let’s just say I am anatomically incompatible with the sport. My hubby, however, loves running. So much so, that he will sacrifice sleep to be out pounding the tar. Some days he gets up so early, the birds and worms are all still tucked under their duvets, snoring.

It was one of those mornings about a week ago that I was up with him. The race he'd signed up for started on the road to Stutterheim and ended 42km’s away on the other side of town. I suggested that he run back to fetch his car afterwards but strangely he wasn’t too keen on that idea. (Odd, hey?)  

As we drove to the start, a profound realisation hit me. The clock told me that it was 5am, but if I looked out the window, it might as well have been midnight. The streetlights, the moon... the odd car driving around. It looked, felt and sounded exactly like midnight. Even my bed-missing body agreed. Yet within half an hour, everything changed. The sky drifted from pitch to dappled pastels, bird-noise filled in the silence and the temperature climbed a few degrees. 

I could almost hear Jesus clear his throat... 

When we live hoping for our dreams to be realized... waiting for the publishing contract to land in our inbox, the email from a reader who found transforming Truth in the folds of our words... it often feels like midnight. The darkness hangs thick around us - rejection letters, working a regular job each day when all we want to do is write. Some days one simply cannot see how things could ever change. I remember feeling like fool for hoping for something so far out of reach. 

Here's the thing: 


Today could be your 5am. You could be one email away from your book contract. One sentence away from changing someone's eternal destiny. One word away from throwing a line of hope to someone with nothing left to hold onto.

So don't give up just because it looks like you'll never come out of the dark. 

Don't stop because it feels as if He has forgotten you.

Everything He promised, He will do.

He is faithful and perfect in his faithfulness.  

Dianne J. Wilson is a freelance writer and novelist from East London, South Africa. She is mom to three girls and wife to Scott, who, being the only male other than the St Bernard, is horribly outnumbered and has learnt to dodge flying hormones.

Her first 'official' novel, Finding Mia, releases from Pelican / Harbourlight in June 2015.

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13 comments:

  1. Great thoughts Di! Thanks for this.

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  2. Rubbing my eyes and reaching for a flashlight (torch), I recognize the truth you have so beautifully conveyed here. But I really get tired of stumbling around in the dark.

    Thanks for the encouragement to never give up.l

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    1. I hear you Judith! Jesus will keep your heart on track even on those days that you can't. Your day will come!

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  3. Excellent post, Dianne. Love your pictures. Early morning running--arghh. How about a nice brisk walk in the park before dinner/

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  4. Dianne, lovely post! I'm with you and I detest running, although my husband loves to run. We never know, when the day dawns, what blessings it will bring. Thanks for your encouraging words :)

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    1. So funny that we have that in common ... running husbands and writer-wives that don't! Love it. Appreciate your kind words x

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  5. Great blog, Dianne. Wonderful truths to hang on to. I think it's 11pm by me at the moment. I hate waiting for that yes or no. But, keeping busy with the next writing project does make one forget about the wait most of the time.

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    1. I feel your pain, Marion! How long did it take you from the first inkling that you'd like to write, to receiving your first offer of publication?

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    2. Dianne, first inkling to write must have been in the 1990's. First contract - end 2013. Started writing fiction - 2007. If writing teaches us nothing else, it teaches patience :)

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