When I first started blogging I had so much to say! I wrote every day. I found lessons in everyday situations. God spoke to me through these lessons and I passed them on to you.
That was two and a half years ago! I can't believe I've been blogging that long!
My first post was September 23, 2013. It was all about being on the trail with God. Hubbles didn't even have the name Hubbles yet, and we still had Psycho Dog.
If you're a regular reader, you know that I only post once a week now. I don't seem to have as much to say as I did in the beginning. It reminds me of how we start our Christian walk--or any new and exciting thing--with zeal and fervor, and eventually--over time--that fire wanes to a slow sizzle.
I've often heard this scripture quoted:
Do not despise small beginnings...
(for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin, to see the plumb line in Zerubbabel's hand).
I know there is more to that verse than what meets the eye. It's not really about us in today's world...but it is. There is something wonderful and innocent and pure about the beginning.
Of course, I'm by no means a big name out in the blogging world--or any world for that matter (except in God's world. He thinks I'm great). And I'm glad I'm not. But after almost 450 posts, I need a break.
I started writing a novel in January, and I'm currently at a little over 50,000 words. If that sounds like a lot, allow me to inform you that the average novel has between 80,000 and 100,000 words, and it takes me a solid hour to write two or three pages, which is about 1000-1500 words. So I'm about halfway through. Right now, this is where my focus is, so I desperately need this blogging break in order to concentrate on finishing by my targeted June date (a goal I've set for myself).
If you remember my last post, I discussed being a starter or a finisher. I'm a starter. I tend to get to the middle of something and when I feel stuck, I quit. I'm determined not to do that to my characters. Quite frankly, I've fallen in love with them, and I can't leave them suspended!
The working title of my book is The Color of God. I never set out to write a book on racism or alcoholism, but that's where it's going. I'm not a social issues kind of person; in fact, I'm sort of ignorant when it comes to things like that. I'd rather not discuss it or read about it, much less write about it! But these feisty little characters tend to write the story, not me.
The opening sentence was something that a young woman in my church told me at Christmas this year:
The first time I snuck out of the house I was eight years old. I wanted to go to church.
I thought that was fascinating and wondered what I could do with it in a story. I never dreamed it would turn into a novel. Then, one night, the title came to me. That's all I had.
Here's a quick synopsis:
Charlie Sullivan is six years old when she almost drowns and wonders if she saw God (true story-mine). Three years later, during the summer of 1970, she determines to discover the colors of God--not skin color, but the full color spectrum. Her parents are not church going people, and she finds a mentor in a wonderful older African-American woman through her bi-racial best friend, Marcus. When Charlie stumbles on some pictures from her alcoholic mother's past, she believes there may be secrets that no one is telling her--secrets that could change her life, but she's not even sure what those secrets are.
As she grows up and her mother's alcoholism worsens, Charlie distances herself from her family, until a tragedy brings her home, where she discovers that the true color of God is unseen, but found in forgiveness.
That's all I can tell you right now. I'll keep you posted along the way--maybe. At the very least, I'll post a "Yay, I'm finally done!" blog.
I re-read my first post before adding the link to this post (if you missed it above, here it is again). It's all about walking closely and in tune with God. Delighting in Him.
When it's time to write, I just show up. I trust that God will be there every time. And He always is. I'm not so naive as to believe that "God is writing my book." It's not that good. If it were, it would become the 67th book in the (Protestant) Bible. But I will say that He is definitely guiding my hand.
Is there something that you committed to and quit? Are you stuck right now and considering quitting? What would happen if you just showed up and asked Him to guide you? What would happen if you dusted off your dream and allowed God to resurrect it, just as He did His own Son from the grave? Come on, walk with me. As tough as it may be, as scary as it is--that unknown--do it anyway!
I can't say when I'll be back, but I hope that in the meantime, you'll be deep in the midst of pursuing your dream. Stay close to Him.
Please don't forget me. I won't forget you. Feel free to contact me and let me know what's going on in your life.
I especially welcome stories from anyone who lived with an alcoholic mother (since mine is not and never was one). Of course, all stories would be considered confidential, but I might include your name in the acknowledgements page, if you're agreeable to that.
I love you, dear one.
Blessings Along the Path,
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Monday, April 11, 2016
I'm a person of creativity. I've always loved to entertain people, and especially, to make them laugh. I don't mind being the guinea pig, the one who is singled out to break the ice. I write what you think but don't want to admit. I'm a word nerd and a grammar geek. I love musical theatre, hiking, and worshipping my Lord, my King-the King of Glory. It's my desire to bring hope and healing to hurting individuals-or perhaps just to provoke thought, to give an encouraging word to get you through the day-through everyday situations and insights into God's Word.