Oceans For Emotions: Back to the beginning of my writing
"The word of God is quick and powerful."
- Hebrews 4:12
Years ago, I found myself sitting by the sea, not fishing. I was sitting there holding my fish-cleaning towel over my bleeding shin and rather rudely asking God why He had to put rocks right in my way where I had planned to wade fish. I felt Him gently say, "I have another plan for you."
He told me to take that brown paper bag beside me that the shrimp had come in and to write His message on it.
I wrote the words "Oceans for Emotions." God says, "I want you to be a writer." I said that I'm not a writer; I am a fisherwoman. He then offered to help me write and fish and that was going to be the best deal He could make. That is when I wrote my first "Oceans for Emotions" article on a brown paper bag.
That night, while the other people in my party were down at Taylor's playing pool and I was sitting out watching the moon rise over my little piece of sea. Holding ice on my leg, I picked up a yellow writing tablet and wrote my second article, "Oceans for Emotions."
On the way home, I found a white piece of paper in the car where we had written a list of things we needed for the trailer at the beach. I turned it over and wrote my third "Oceans for Emotions."
Somebody in the backseat asked, "Elaine, what are you writing?" So I read all three "Oceans for Emotions" to my best fishing friends. They said that you ought to take them to the Victoria Advocate newspaper.
So instead of turning to go home, we turned and went straight to the Victoria Advocate newspaper.
I asked to see Jim Bishop and told him he might like to read these. Jim suggested we make copies because mine sort of stunk like shrimp. So I left the copies with Jim who said he would like to print them. Oh boy, I was strutting even on one leg.
On the fourth Wednesday after the publication of the first three articles, Jim called me and said "When are you going to turn in your next article?"
I told him there wasn't a next article. He said, "Put down your fishing pole and pick up your pen and get that article in."
The next week, he suggested I type it on a typewriter. After a few years, Jim suggested that I write it on a computer and said, "For heaven's sake, you should use spellcheck because we are tired of guessing in the newsroom." That was before fax or email, and I still had to drive it down there before school.
Over the years, I have gone from writing my first article on a brown paper bag, and now 28 years later with advanced technology, I am speaking my article into my iPhone, and all I have to do is punch send.
But there are some things that are still the same ... My God and my ocean.
Dear Lord, Thank you for leaving some things the same. Your guidance, Your power. Thank you for putting people in our lives as you put Jim Bishop in mine. When I reach that last horizon in my life, please press send and allow me into heaven.