Radio Silence
I can’t write about what’s really happening to me right now. Great big elephantine gobs of change are stomping through my life. If gobs can stomp. I think they can on Willie Wonka. I digress. I can’t talk about what’s happening because I have to keep radio silence at the moment. I promise a full report after it’s over.
All I can say is it’s really scary when God listens with both ears. Usually I think He’s listening with one ear, the way I listen to my kids, saying yeah, yeah, I’ll get you some pink milk in a minute. Just let me finish this important grown-up thing I’m doing. But when God pauses, sets His work aside and looks you in the eye, it’s a bit mind blowing.
The last time God listened to me like this, I wasn’t even praying with my mind. I was praying somewhere deep inside of my soul for something I wouldn’t even admit that I wanted. It was a man who belonged to someone else. And yet, through a series of divine coincidences, this man was delivered to me. To be mine. For the rest of my life.
Now my soul has been crying out for something else. The chance to write. Every day it asks for this, even though I say, “Shut up now, that’s not doing anybody else any good. That’s not going to put food on the table or clothes on ours backs.” But my soul keeps crying out anyway. It wants what it wants.
Posted: July 26th, 2009 under Writing.
Comments & Backsass
Comment from Ruth Ellen
Time July 26, 2009 at 7:31 pm
I KNOW God’s listening again. He’s saying “be patient, my dear.”
You are soooooo talented. You will be rewarded!
Comment from Paula
Time July 27, 2009 at 12:59 pm
God closes one door but opens a better one. Maybe not what you want at the time. Our life is a book that has already been written, just have to keep the faith.
Comment from Dolores Gerber
Time July 27, 2009 at 2:08 pm
I’m with Susan, can’t breathe till I know the scoop!
Comment from p
Time July 29, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Writing is your gift…..Regarding “Motherguilt,” all I have to say is “thanks” and “finally”!! I have so often spoken of “my friend who could spit out a story” on a whim (and often did so at our sleepovers)…and now the world can see what I have always known …what a talented writer you are!!! I, among others, truly enjoy reading the words which seem to flow effortlessly from your fingers to the screen (used to be pen to paper, but we won’t go there) …thanks for listening to your soul…for sharing your creative thoughts with fun, emotion, wit, and wisdom…keep letting it flow, baby…
Comment from Christi
Time July 29, 2009 at 8:50 pm
No fair making me cry, P.
Comment from Little Brother
Time July 30, 2009 at 10:24 pm
If your soul has been crying out for a CHANCE to write, than your brain and hands need to inform your soul that you are already a writer. You have been a writer since you were a little girl and wrote ghost stories (again, a recurring theme) that scared us so bad we couldn’t sleep at night. Now it is you who are scared. Please stop and take the leap of faith. Having quit my job for 10 years to go back to school, I am convinced that we each have a moral obligation to pursue happiness. That does not mean an easier road, just a mental and spiritual allignment with what we are supposed to do and to become who we are suppsed to be. I think of what our ancestors did to pursue happiness; they left their home and family for something bigger. Please don’t let their efforts be in vain. It will all work out. Let’s go to lunch next week.
Comment from Susan
Time July 26, 2009 at 5:41 pm
I’m holding my breath. Cough up that hairball, Christi.