Gentle Reader,
They say that sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came. (Thanks, Gary Portnoy).
That’s the #FMFParty for me.
I’m coming up on two years with this crew. Never let anyone tell you that God can’t use the blogosphere to bring His people together to encourage and uplift each other as they seek to glorify Him.
This week, Kate says: surprise.
Go.
I wrote a book.
And now I’ve been starting at a blinking cursor for a million seconds because I don’t know what to say about that. The final word scooted across the final page on Monday around 4:30 p.m. It’s a first draft. It’s not ready for human consumption. I’m not going to tell you what it’s about.
But I wrote a book.
It’s funny what happens when we choose obedience. I fought this book. It deals with a controversial topic. I didn’t want to “go there.” I don’t want to make people mad. But when I quit fighting, quit stalling…surprise. The words came. The puzzle pieces fit together into one complete picture.
It’s hard, but joyously hard.
The strain of doing something that you love. The reach to make it better. The pulling and twisting of muscles. The agonies of doubt and the ecstasies of the perfect turn of phrase.
God is full of surprises. His plans are so very good. Even if this thing never sees the light of day, I’m glad I did it. Am doing it, really, because now the self-editing process begins. Hacking the beloved thing to pieces. I have seen a new part of Him. I have felt the sheer delight of the Holy Spirit as He dances in my soul, happy because I walk in accordance with His will. I have discovered a new part of myself. I am a fighter. I am a finisher.
And I am surprised.
Stop.
