My new of­fice is a source of child-like ex­cite­ment

Siloam Springs Herald Leader - - NEWS - Gene Linzey — Gene Linzey is a speaker, au­thor, men­tor and pres­i­dent of the Siloam Springs Writers Guild. Send com­ments and ques­tions to masters.ser­ The opin­ions ex­pressed are those of the au­thor.

I re­mem­ber when I was a kid I got ex­cited about al­most every­thing. My par­ents called us “kids” be­cause they said most young chil­dren bounce and jump like lit­tle goats.

I got ex­cited about things, such as new toys for Christ­mas, birthdays, and other spe­cial oc­ca­sions; dad (a U.S. Navy chap­lain) bring­ing gifts when he re­turned from over­seas; vis­it­ing both sets of grand­par­ents; mom and dad tak­ing us up the moun­tains in eastern San Diego County above 4,000 feet to play in the snow — when­ever we got any.

Now as an adult, I rarely get ex­cited about re­ceiv­ing gifts; our grand­par­ents and par­ents have grad­u­ated to heaven; and I’ve lived in snow for many years. Don’t mis­un­der­stand: I DO get ex­cited, but nor­mally it’s about peo­ple, not things. How­ever, some­thing hap­pened re­cently that brought out the ex­cita­bles in me. (I might have just cre­ated a new word.)

Two weeks ago, I told you I’m not a dreamer — that is, I don’t spend much time pon­der­ing or brood­ing about things that are out of my fi­nan­cial reach, or that I don’t re­ally need. But one thing I’ve dreamed about for four years fi­nally be­came a re­al­ity.

I have a new of­fice! And for some rea­son, I got ex­cited about it.

Our son, Jeremy, works for a com­pany called Bet­ter Built Barns in Perkins, Okla. Jeremy and I de­signed the of­fice (looks like a small cabin), and his crew came out and built it in only two days. Then I hired Ron, our old­est son, to come out and in­stall the elec­tri­cal sys­tem. He did that in two days. Fi­nally, two older grand­kids came out and put the fin­ish­ing touches on it. When the in­spec­tor came out (three sep­a­rate in­spec­tions), he said this was one of the finest ex­am­ples of crafts­man­ship he had seen in years. (Truth­fully: that’s what he said.)

Be­cause I wanted climate con­trol for my books (and warmth for my bare feet), I asked for a dou­ble-floor with in­su­la­tion be­tween the deck­ing, and had a heat-pump in­stalled. It is car­peted, I have two 8’x11’ lofts for stor­age, and a 4’x12’ porch to re­lax on dur­ing good weather. Of course, it is in­su­lated all around.

At last, I re­lo­cated my desk and li­brary from the 11’x12’ bed­room in the house to the 12’x24’ new of­fice in the back yard; and I now have room to bring the rest of my li­brary out of stor­age. Yay!

I feel kind of sheep­ish ad­mit­ting that hav­ing the new of­fice ex­cites me, but it does; and for a very good rea­son. With a room ded­i­cated to study­ing and writ­ing, in­spi­ra­tion comes more eas­ily. Sur­rounded with my books — dare I say, sur­rounded with his­tory? — I more eas­ily “en­ter the set­ting” of the time zone or sit­u­a­tion about which I write.

If grand­kids are my topic, I imag­ine or “see” them sur­round­ing me as I tell them a story; or I “see” them jump­ing and danc­ing with joy. If I am writ­ing about an­cient his­tory, I “see” the camel trade-car­a­van cre­at­ing a cloud of dust; or I “hear” Abra­ham talk­ing with Sarah. Then I merely write what I “see or hear.”

Be­cause I can im­merse my­self into writ­ing with fewer dis­trac­tions, my new of­fice serves as a time travel com­part­ment in which I am men­tally trans­ported to my writ­ing time frame. And some­times I’ll write for hours with no cog­nizance of time. That’s when Carol has to “bring me back to re­al­ity” for lunch or din­ner. She tells me it’s re­ally nec­es­sary to eat at times. She’s right, and I thank the Lord for my Pre­cious Carol. Then I of­ten study and write past mid­night.

But God is pre­par­ing an­other of­fice that ex­cites me even more. My par­ents, par­ents-in-law, and grand­par­ents on both sides al­ready have their new room: it’s their room in heaven. Although I don’t think it’s God’s time for me to make that move yet, I am ready when­ever He says, “Come on, boy; it’s time!”

Je­sus said in John 14:2-3, “There are many rooms in my Fa­ther’s house; I would not tell you this if it were not true. I am go­ing there to pre­pare a place for you. After I go and pre­pare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me so that you may be where I am. [NCV]”

That room will be the best of­fice I could ever have!

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