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Posted on April 27th, 2015

I'm writing a book. 

Wait, what? Good grief there it is in black and white and I just said it.  Just like that.  A bit of a band-aid moment...just rip it off, right? 

I have this document on my computer.  It's buried away in files so deep a computer archaeologist (I totally made that career up) might uncover it one day in a computer graveyard, hidden away on a thought-I-cleaned-it-off hard drive.  The file is called "My Book" and it was last edited on March 7, 2011.  I won't tell you how long it is or its content (neither are impressive and I have more pairs of underwear than I do pages in that "book").  What I'm interested in sharing today is less about what the file IS and more about what it represents.

Three or so years ago (probably further than that if I'm honest) I had a little thought pop up in my head.  "You could write a book," the thought whispered.  Just a thought, a seed.  And so the seed sat there.  It was 2011, so that means I was a momma to a two-year-old, had started a new job a little over a year before, and was applying to grad schools.  Plenty of time to squeeze in some writing!  (That's sarcasm, my friends.)  NO TIME!  I had all the words and all the ambition, but not all the minutes.  I was doing good to use the minutes I had for things like being a responsible parent, making people food to eat, sleeping, working. 

So my little seed just sat there.  No water.  No sunshine.  No time.  The desire was still there but life just kind of went on and I didn't make any moves.

(Yes, I did just go there with the plant metaphor.  I'm writing this in my kitchen while cooking dinner.  I have until the timer goes off or until my family's hunger pangs get the better of them and they start migrating into the kitchen foraging for a before-dinner snack.  I don't have time to be super creative with the metaphors here in Realville.) 

Fast forward to a few months ago (cue transition music and a movie montage where you see three years of our life reel by on the big screen)...

God began to speak to me about writing.  Trickles of stirrings at first so that I really didn't realize it.  I'm slow that way.   So when the confirmations kept rolling in, I finally thought, "Okay, so maybe this is a thing.  Maybe this is God telling me it's time."  As I write that, it makes me sound super spiritually mature and like I've got this God-girl thing figured out.  Truth be told, I have issues with discernment.  Is this God?  Hello?  Are you sure?  Is this just my nutso over-analytical brain?  Lindsey?  Is that you?  Echo...echo...echo...

Let's just have you believe me when I tell you that this is, indeed, a thing.  God has made it clear to me in a thousand little ways that this is what I am supposed to be doing.  I'm 1% excited and 99% terrified out of my skull.  Yes, I'm a word girl.  I've always loved words and reading and writing, even.  But for myself.  I don't know where this will lead.  Maybe it is mostly for me still.  But there is something inside of me telling me that God wants to use my words for His glory.  Does that mean I will publish a book?  Does that mean someone other than my mom and best friend will read what I write?  (Okay, Dad, you too!)  Does this mean I will always write?  What will I write about?  Good grief, I am the expert extraordinaire on not-one-dang-thing.  I don't know the answers to any of those questions right now.  I don't even think I will know the answer to any of those questions in the foreseeable future. 

All I know is that, for now, God has shown me that I am to start writing.  This blog is an act of obedience and I promise you this...I am doing it afraid.  I am, by nature, an introvert and a self-doubter.  No WAY would I be telling ALL THE PEOPLE that I'm writing a book if this were my idea!  No way.  Unh uh.  Who knows when that thing will be done?  Not this girl.  In the meantime, I'll write here a bit.  I recently read a quote that I love and that fits me to a tee, "Under promise.  Over deliver."  I can do that.  So what I'll tell you is that I do live in Realville.  I'm a wife, a mother of two, I have a full-time job, I'm a grad student, I have a to-do list that would make Martha Stewart leave the building, and I'm currently burning dinner.  Not that anyone but my momma and God care, but I'm not promising anything regular here.  I will write here, though.  That much I can deliver.  And don't worry...this is not all going to be about me writing (bor-to tha-RING).  I have ZERO ideas right now about what this blog will be about.  I feel like I should have a general direction, but I don't.  God wants me to write.  I want to be obedient.  I want to bring Him glory.  I want to reflect His light.  That is all I know.  And so...

...here. we. go.

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for man. 
-Colossians 3:23

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Brady - April 27th, 2015 at 9:33 PM
Best of luck in your new endeavour! Trust in the Lord and he will show you the way.
Becky - September 7th, 2015 at 6:00 AM
I am reading your blogs out of order...not on purpose sadly... I just jumped in without a specific plan... (Queen of Goobers here again) Anyway... WOW! Thank you for helping us see your leap of faith!

I will give myself another title..."Lyrics Gal". (Psychologically speaking, I'm not sure why I feel the need to "title" myself. Scary...) Anyway, I would consider myself a "lyrics gal". As far back as I can remember, I have always needed to understand what an artist is singing. This is true for any genre of music. With all of that said, two songs about water popped in my crazy brain as I read this blog.

Song #1 popped in my head when I typed "leap of faith". I cannot imagine the journey you've taken to get to this point. However, I envisioned Steven Curtis Chapman's song "Dive" as I read.

Song #2 popped in my head simply because I was thinking of "dive" and you have to have water to dive. Bada-bing Bada-boom! I then thought of "Oceans" by Hillsong.

If you have a free moment, take a gander at the lyrics of those two songs. You've more than likely heard them before. However, as a writer, taking the leap of faith that you have, I hope you can find strength and peace in their words.

As I typed that last sentence... I felt bad for not saying something like: "Here are some scriptures that you can find strength and peace in." (Insert smack on head.) I know that you study God's word and earnestly seek his face. I truly believe that. Just incase you want it... Here are two of the tons of scripture referenced in the songs. Romans 11:33-36, Ephesians 3:16-19.
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