Did I scare you? No, not kind of mother. This kind of mother.
My word for this year is...
And I couldn't be more excited! I had a few ideas circling in my head and then an image kept coming to me, the blooming process of a flower. It's slow and seldom seen, but when it happens, it's amazing. And here's the thing--no one teaches the flower how to do it.
It's born knowing how and when the time comes nothing can stop it.
God reminded me this past week of when I thought I was dying in 2001 and promised him that nothing-not my six small children, my lack of money or education or people telling me I was crazy would be an excuse. I had a dial-up connection to a big God and whether I got published or not, I would write.
I've been going through my notebooks (you have one, don't you?) of that time and I can see God's hand working. I wrote in one of those notebooks that it might take a million words and ten years before I would be ready to begin writing the stories God was giving me. The first idea I ever had was bigger than I could even begin to write, so I started writing short stories. I wrote one a day for many months until I met two boys, friends, one white and one black. Some of you might know them--Ron and Brian.
There have many days like that, story seeds, that have stirred and driven me from my bed to write them down. A month ago, someone showed up that I'd long forgotten. I don't know her future, but for once I only have thing to tell her, "Bloom."
And it's the same thing I have to tell you.
It's been five years of HOPE, WISDOM, PRAYER, being OPEN, doing more with LESS and now it's time to throw my head back, laugh in the face of foolishness and just...
Happy New Year everyone. May all your revolutions come full circle this year.