How I long for that little cabin in the woods (with wifi, flush toilets and hydro, of course) where I could just be free to pour my heart onto the page. Okay, I would settle for days – no hours at my computer without a million interruptions. Just having some quantity of time would be sufficient.
This is starting to sound a bit like a tirade or an opportunity to complain or to seek pity. Really it’s not. God is at the helm. I know it and I can feel it. Just because I am not getting what I want doesn’t mean that I am not rejoicing.
The more I think about it, though, the more I am realizing that God is providing me with plenty of writing and speaking fodder. So in actual fact, He is recharging me moment by moment.
Today I will be speaking to a group of 55 women about the shift from daughter to caregiver; from dreamer to writer; from cancer sufferer to survivor.
God allowed circumstances to happen. He was preparing me for His purpose. Maybe the time isn’t right to write about it, but today the time is right to speak about it. So I will forge on with joy in my heart, a smile on my face and a sincerity that can only come from focussing on the Lord. I find when I do that, God opens my eyes to all the wonderful things that are going on around me.
I know God has some great things in store in my writing. I’m trusting His timing. He’s never let me down yet.