A dream is a wish your heart makes. A goal is the vehicle that drives the dream to fruition. So to all of you, don’t just dream – set that thing in motion. Do what you need (for yourself, your heart, your spirit) to do to get your goal and dream accomplished. Seek wisdom. Get a support group. Stay accountable.
Today I choose ME. I choose to do that thing that I’ve been afraid to do. Today I choose to use the voice the Shepherd gave me. Today I choose my life. Today I choose my story about His glory. Today, yeah, Today is that day. Today I choose to lean in. So if you’ll please…
Excuse me while I go write my novel – a memoir. I begin and end in April – one of the more unsettling things I’ve done in a long time, but then again most dreams – if they’re really meant to be, will scare the sh– outta you (pick up your jaw off the floor, at least I didn’t spell it out, but it’s runnin through my mind). So here’s to walking that path and making it happen! I’m joining a slew of other writers at Camp NanoWriMo for the month of April. The challenge is to write your book, novel, play, or whatever it is in 30 days (no lie, I said 30) days. I’m joining a couple of my fellow Story E-Course writing-sisters. Come join or show your support. We’ll need it. Thank you to Elora Nicole at Story 101 for starting and fueling a fire in your own heart the set so many of us ablaze!
For now, read this excerpt, if you like, because I am always going to be a work in progress.
from _The Unbecoming_
“The day I resigned was a nail in the coffin. I just remember deep sadness. I gathered all my teaching materials. Much of it was strewn about my classroom. I threw five and a half years of my hard-won career work away. With each page I tossed in the trashed came a rising sense of dread. What was I going to do? Who would give me work? What was I qualified to do? All of these thoughts I remembered during that brief prayer P—- prayed. The moment she said God was at the finish line, I was in tears. He was there urging me on to keep running, to keep my eyes on Him. I was heart crushed. I knew what she said was true. I had been chasing other people’s dreams and notions without realizing it. I was failing at living up to expectations. I was falling apart…”
And if you can, watch me write and grow at http://campnanowrimo.org/campers/mercysong/novels/the-unbecoming
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