Cat Pollock Writes

Arizona Sunrise Photo taken 2/26/2014 I love a good sunrise. My favorites are the ones that defy description and photography both. The ones that tug at my soul and demand a moment (or twenty) of awestruck wonder. The ones that make me feel like it was created for me specifically for that moment by the lover of my soul as part of his continued efforts to woo me... To draw me deeper and further into the relationship we already have. Sunrises might be part of what keeps me here in Arizona. Maybe I'm just waiting to see how the maker of the universe is going to outdo himself next time around. Easter morning, after a traditional Sunrise service and breakfast, and before Sunday morning worship, I found myself sitting in the classroom where I normally co-lead our youth bible study with just a notebook, a pen, and a lot of thoughts about sunrises. Well, a lot of thoughts about the story of what happened that first Sunday morning after Jesus was crucified, too - long after

It's after nine o'clock in the evening here, and I really should be getting myself away from my computer and off to sleep. By that, I mean my gaze is drifting ever so lovingly in the direction of my bed in anticipation of the moment my head hits the pillow, and everything fades to black for a few hours before I start all over again. My apologies, body, but my brain is still trying to go at a million miles an hour. Tonight was a wonderful night. I think it was a wonderful night because it felt like a normal night after a month straight of near insanity. Revival. Memorial. Work. Ministry. Easter. I don't know how many times I've wished for the clock to slow down so I can catch up. On work. On rest. On writing. It was lovely to be clear-headed enough to set a lunch date with my dad (for tomorrow... I know you're jealous). It was also lovely to sit through a two and a half hour long movie with my youngest sister and let my goofball commentary loose

I've been struggling a lot lately with this whole writing thing (which is something I realize I've said often over the last two or three years, so I apologize right now for beating a dead horse). Not so much in the ideas department, because pretty much anything and everything sparks some stray thought somewhere, as in the execution. I can safely and easily argue that I am busy, busy, busy, and that I am going to carve out some time in the near future to remedy the situation. But I never follow through. I spend a lot of my limited free time borderline stalking my friends and family on Facebook and Instagram and Pinterest (what can I say, other than that I choose to let social media consume a lot of my time and attention). So recently, I've been going through my Pinterest boards, looking at things I've pinned and wondering what in the world I was thinking when I pinned certain things to my boards. Especially my "Inspiration" board. And my "Mo