After 40 years on this earth I’ve decided to listen to my parents. I’ve decided to write. And write more than the occasional politically charged rant or the more frequent Momma Bear tirade. My dream is to see my words and thoughts on pages that people actually hold in their hands and flip through. Maybe even cause a paper cut! But I don’t know what the Lord’s dream for me is yet. Right now He’s got me wiping bottoms and noses, sewing up side hems and flat braid trim, running daughters to here, there and everywhere, stuffing pillows and cushions, cooking roasts and Easy Mac, deciding between chenilles and checks and everything else that comes along with a busy mom trying to pay some bills making drapes.
And now He has said, “Write.” And not just when you are mad or have a point to make. “Write.” And write right now. So here we go. I’m going to trust that He will tell me what to write, when to write it and how to write it. Right, God?
I don’t think my writing will change your life. But I don’t think it will end it either. I think you may laugh. My days tend to provide quite the entertainment. I think you may cry once in a while. My walk has not been an easy one but it has been woven with the most beautiful people, songs, circumstances, and coincidences that God could create. I find myself on a perpetual journey recognizing the gifts, blessings and connections He has orchestrated to help knit back together this mother’s broken heart.
I think at the end of our days when He shows us the tapestry of our life, we will see one continuous thread running through it. Knitted with love, faith and humor.