When you plead for guidance and direction about where to go and what to do after a traumatizing, life-altering event, whilst still desiring more than anything to be a successful stay-at-home-mom and the Lord tells you to “write” where do you start? Well, I started writing a book! That was many months ago. I wrote about fourteen chapters (my equivalent to twenty-two single-spaced pages), which collectively was comprised of over fourteen thousand words.
After a while, the Lord guided me more specifically, and I realized where I was to begin my writing journey – hence the birth of this inspirational blog. Given the fact that the week of this blog post marks one year after said event, I felt it appropriate to share a portion of one of the fourteen chapters in the, so far, untitled book. So, here we go!
“…Sure, I remember the yellow house, the dirt all around, the white truck, and the stance my dad had as he spoke with [Richard], but all that is not why I still remember that morning, embedded so deep in my heart (first) and mind (second) over two decades later. I remember it because something spectacular happened – something timeless; something spellbinding. It was a foreign intimacy I had never experienced before. But, how could I? I was just a three-year-old girl – a simple, little, brown-haired girl with curious eyes. Even as I recall the memory, my heart glows and flutters.
“How can two people be so connected? (For this is a tale of two souls. All else is merely backdrop.)”
“At three years old, my first memory of many was made with that sweet little boy. His name was [Wesley].
“As I sat patiently waiting for my father, I had a perfect view of everything, but what was directly in front of me was that great big window. I could not have been positioned better. But…neither could he.
“The sun was at just the right angle up high in the sky to illuminate that little boy from just on the other side of that smudged glass pane. He was a thin, adorable, little dark-haired wonder. People may assume that such young’uns cannot experience mutual mortal attraction, but our gaze alone could prove them wrong.
“Our eyes were affixed on each other, and with nothing but time on our hands and space between us, we waved. We waved, and waved, and waved. We did not wave at each other in a fast-paced, jolly, childlike manner. It was a wave of maturity much beyond our years. Once again, it…was…timeless.
“Of all of the ten or eleven children running rampant in that place, how did not a single one of them obnoxiously interrupt? How did [Wesley] know to find me? What led that little boy up to that window, almost pressed up against it, just to say ‘hello’ in the only way he could in our circumstance?
“How did everything line up so perfectly in the lives of our parents and then down to our two, brand new, separate – yet somehow already connected – existences to bring us together? To bring us to the very moment that neither one of us would ever forget?
“I could not say more about such an entrancing experience. I cannot tell you when my dad and his finally stopped talking. I do not even know when we drove off. Nor can I state anything about any other part of that day. But I can say that what happened that morning was far more than just a memory.”
To be continued…
I do not know if and when I will finish writing this book. I do not know if that will be followed by a publishing. I do not even know if I will be an author of several books in my lifetime! But, what I do know is that I am on the right path. What I do know is that the Lord heard my prayers and answered me clearly. What I do know is that He has been listening to all my prayers, and I have no doubt this blog is the beginning of a major journey for me – not just for me, but for my little band of two. Not just for my little band of two, but for as many as wish to feel the sincerity in my words, and act accordingly. What I do know is that the Lord knows the righteous desires of my heart, and He will lead and guide me exactly where I need to go, so I can carry out the work He has in store for me: the work we agreed I would do before I came down to this earth. And I am not alone. At only twenty-five years old I have found what my mission is in this mortal probation. What is yours? If you know what it is, stay on the path. If you don’t, find out now! And, forget not, it is never too early, and it is never too late!