I remember having a sleepover with a friend when I was in
grade school. The fun activity we
decided to do was to write a book. I
wish I had saved that partially written book.
I wrote three or four chapters.
It was about babysitting and I remember that my protagonist was thrilled to have been offered one dollar
an hour to babysit for the new neighbors.
I also remember asking my mom to come upstairs to hear our
progress. She patiently listened to
10-year-old sentences strung together with 5th grade panache. She said I had talent, a gift for
writing. My 10-year-old self didn’t
doubt that one day I’d write a book!
Why does our adult mind tell our childhood dreams that
they are stupid, impossible and unreachable?
Why do we listen? Comfort. It’s comfortable to stay the same. It’s pleasant to live day to day without
fluttering butterflies in our stomachs or the stress of potential rejection. Then maybe it hits us…I’m ______(insert age
here) years old. In 10 years I’ll be 10
years older whether I did that thing I’ve always wanted to do or not. C.S. Lewis said: “The future is something everyone reaches at
a rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.”
It’s time I start doing the things I’ve had in my heart
to do. Time to dust the cobwebs off
those dreams I’ve tucked away behind the responsibilities and joys of
motherhood. Time to be brave and exposed
and vulnerable, and do the things I’ve always told myself I would do but
haven’t had the guts (or is that faith?) to do.
Trust in the Lord with all
your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will
make your paths strait. Proverbs 3:5-6
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