My story

Yesterday I watched the DVR'd interview between Oprah and J.k. Rowling. I felt like it was a message from God straight to me. If I could do anything, I want to write. Sure, I enjoy singing, and decorating the house. But both of those feel so limited - by nerves, or money, or fear of public approval, or the lack of.

But writing....

That is just for me. And I can get it just right and decide when or if I'm ready to share it.

This is my dream.

And so I prayed that God would bring me my story to tell, like He brought JK Rowling's story of Harry Potter. Let me be clear, my dream is not to become a famous author with movies and stardom. I really would rather not have that. My dream is to be free to be creative. To have time to soar within my imagination. To use my talents that God has created me with. To tell a story that captivates. A story that compels others to come alongside and imagine with me. What a gift that would be!!

I realize that my life has many days left to be lived and chapters to start and finish. But I'm so anxious to be a writer. And nervous it will be a dream that never comes true.

And so, until my story comes to me, my life as I know it now will be my story. And if no one else ever reads a word, it will be a living history for my children to know their story. To know me. And to know where they come from. What a gift THAT would be.