Today is our three month anniversary.
Three months of a lifetime of dreams coming true. Three months of wonderful. Three months of learning. Three months of discovery. Three months of adjusting. Three months of love.
And as I mentioned yesterday, life is pretty busy right now with all the other tasks we're tackling.
This would be why I said, Really, God!!!! when a writing idea poured into my head. And by poured, I mean it smacked me in the head one Sunday morning as I sat in my standard perch during worship practice. I grabbed my journal and started writing...just ideas scribbled in not-my-best penmanship, but scribbled nonetheless so they'll be there when I have time to sit and constructively create.
And it seems that at each turn, the ideas grow and develop...and I'm eager...so eager to write.
But when? And why now? Why in the busiest season? Why as I'm trying to learn how to be a wife? Why as I'm struggling to work in normal stuff like workouts and devo time? Why not later, when we've moved and settled and rediscover what it's like to lounge in a lawn chair and wrap our hands around a coffee cup?
Yesterday I read this blog post by Holley Gerth...about her new book. Her book that she introduced as an 8 ounce, 216 page baby girl. Her book that she's as proud of...from conception to birth...as any Mama would be of a pudgy cheeked cutie.
And I thought about that for a while. I get what it's like to "parent" my writing. I feel the same passion about writing that I hear my parent-friends speaking about when they share Mom-talk. I'm always pouring in and feel that feisty defense rising up in me whenever someone challenges it. {Not to say I'm always right...but you know that mama-bear syndrome...I feel it toward my words.}
As I walked through the station, God reminded me of another baby. One born just under 35 years ago....at a most inopportune time. One whose presence made the parents say Really, God? Now????
That was me.
Several years ago, God impressed on my heart this phrase about my life: More Than an Interruption: God's Intention. That's me. I may have been an interruption, but I was also a very distinct, purposeful intention at the hand of God.
And so it is with these ideas rolling around in my head.
The timing may feel less than ideal to this newlywed...this birthing of a project...but it's more than an interruption. It's God's intention.
And I trust that.
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4 comments:
I have to say that I was in a mom's group on Thursday morning and we were talking about "surprise" babies (like many years after people thought they were done) and I mentioned I knew someone who should write a book about their experience.
Just saying ...
Well anxious to hear what the project is about.
As an 'older' mom, I am sure your 'surprise' was surpassed by all the joy it has brought to your parents' lives! Being older parents...it has kept us 'young' by starting all over again. Now, when I start calculating how old I will be when my baby graduates, well...that does bring a few gray hairs. :)
Whitney - ahhhh I loved that. And I wrote an outline for it once upon a time. It's just the CONTENT that's not done. :)
Mark - details will come...soonish?
Karen - DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!!! no gray hairs allowed!!! I have tried to bring joy - but I think I've brought my fair share of sleepless nights too. (I once actually called my sisters and asked if either of them would be willing to take a turn at being the one to cause worry because I wanted a break. They respectfully declined. LOL!!!)
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