Sunday Sessions – Jacob Gittins

Low Reserve

Time is precious. You reserve as much as you can in good times for when the famine comes. When supplies run low, all you can do is hope for rain.

Personal

Sometimes, blogs just skirt a little too close to emotions, not ready to be explored publicly

“If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one, it should be fired. Otherwise, don’t put it there”Anton Chekhov Writing a story is an incredibly fun activity. You get to create a whole world from nothing. You have a million things to reference and nothing toContinue reading “Chekhov’s Gun”

The End

You know what I’m really bad at? Endings. With all the blogs I’ve written, when I finally reach the end, I’m not sure how to wrap it all up. Do I do the classic essay where I just repeat the lesson from the blog itself? Do I give some sort of inspirational message? I’m neverContinue reading “The End”

No Degree

Sometimes, writing a blog feels weird. Not because writing is weird or even sharing a bit of yourself online. It’s usually the last little portion of the blog. That, I learned something, portion. It’s not always there, but when it is, you suddenly feel like a teacher of sorts. You’re giving your advice to whomeverContinue reading “No Degree”

Barabbas: We are made Free

In the final hours of Christ’s life, He is taken before Pilot, who interviews Him intently. Upon discovering or deciding for himself that Jesus appeared innocent of wrong that permitted such involvement of the Romans, Pilot presented the people with an option. They could free Jesus of Nazareth or free Barabbas, a man known forContinue reading “Barabbas: We are made Free”

Barabbas

A thief I was, a liar too The good i did was short of few I never thought to seek of you Yet stand we here together I never thought I would be caught But too much pain I chose to raught So, for me, they often sought Til here, we stand together. My freedomContinue reading “Barabbas”

“I’m Not Reading That”

You may have noticed my deep religious roots in my writing. Honestly, early on, I tried to keep my writing as religiously light as possible. It wasn’t any sort of embarrassment of my religion or out of a desire to hide my religiousness, it was simply because I didn’t want to create any sort ofContinue reading ““I’m Not Reading That””

Emotional Roadblock

If you happen to have read through my road to Tennessee posts, you’ll know my wife suffers from a rare disease. It’s been a long journey for us both, but more especially for and on her. There’s no way of truly understanding the emotional roller coaster she rides each day with her sickness. She triesContinue reading “Emotional Roadblock”

The Rose on a Hill

Bright and beautiful the day A shining sun aloft The green grass moved with every gust The dew formed from the frost A rose of red stood proud and strong It watched the fields below Atop a hill the rose abode It watched the world flow. A strange sight just a mile away Another brightContinue reading “The Rose on a Hill”