To reach my first goal, my dream would be to be mentored by a well-known poet--to study their work and to sit under their tutelage for a semester. It's not the drumming up of poem ideas that I struggle with, it's the feedback in knowing what is good, what needs work and what is just plain bad. In other words, I would seek someone who would critique my work to make it publishable. It would be fun to do this in a city I've never visited because I find travel inspirational--Europe for instance. Since I'm dreaming, I'll dream big.
My second goal involves travelling to Burma. I started a novel based on the life of a young woman who we trained to help in the translation project for her people, the Shatikha of northern Burma. I also spent time teaching her English and she spent many weekends at our house learning all our wonderful colloquialisms. Her story is one of sadness but also of freedom and joy. I have many questions to ask her--more details about her perspective on life as a child but also many questions about her village, her family, her day-to-day existence and cultural expectations. For that I need to visit her home area, something I have not yet done but that I've always wanted to do. I want to share her story to raise awareness of her struggle as a second-class female but, more importantly, to share how she was released from that bondage when she found Jesus. It's a beautiful redemption story.
Along with that, I want to write poetry about the lives of the Shatikha people--to write about the children in this photo, for instance, who are learning to read and write their own language for the first time. Each of these children have a story to tell. I want to tell it and tell it well.
I titled this post, "The Year of Living Dangerously," because my desire is to live dangerously, not from a physical perspective but from a spiritual perspective. A year like this would give me the training to be a voice for the underprivileged and a voice to proclaim freedom in Jesus. It would be a fight of a different kind but, oh, how I would LOVE the opportunity.
Yours is a daring and daunting dream, Connie, but a loving one. You are showing the love God has given you for underprivileged people in a faraway country. I appreciated your dream. Could this become a reality for you?
ReplyDeleteI re-read the story before this one too, Connie. Your compassion for people comes through the story you are "telling slant."
My blog post is the 10th of the month, but sometimes I get mine up just after you--something is wrong with my scheduling. Bless you for your writing and keep it up, Connie. Thanks.
Living Dangerously.... I never considered it that way before, but yes, spiritually, that's what our Lord asks of us. Throw caution not to the wind, but to Him, and step out.
ReplyDeleteConnie, your dream may be big by our standards, but it's easy by His. May your dream become a prayer that God hears and answers so you can give voice to those we need to hear from. How I would love to hear the tales of those children, how Jesus has worked in their lives.
Thanks for your words of encouragement Sharon and Bobbi. Yes, we do serve a BIG God who knows my heart and dreams and I don't doubt He could make this all happen. I get excited at the prospect.
ReplyDeletea lovely and inspirational post. Continue to 'Dream Big'!
ReplyDeleteGo ahead and dream big! We won't get very far if we don't. That's part of the big picture...I think. God plants seeds and we have to believe that he will be with us every step of the way. You have some wonderful dreams and I hope you realize those dreams. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteI like how you want to travel and include some real life stories in your writing. I would like to do this as well. These stories need to be told!
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i like your approach to this month's subject.
ReplyDeleteMost of us dream fantasy, you dream reality and a practical use of the opportunity.
It's more of a prayer than a simple blog.
God bless your desires for Him
Thanks for the encouragement Tracy, Vickie, Pam and Norford. And yes, Norford, I never thought of it in that way, but I guess it is a prayer--a prayer of my heart.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to join you in that time of poetry!
ReplyDeleteYes, Jocelyn. Let's do it.
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