This morning I’ll make a little video, less than a minute or so of Michelle sharing the story of our shelter, Nurture Home.
She smiled when I described the time she’d done this before, the way she spoke so smoothly like honey and her pauses and the slight tilt as she spoke in a way sharing like a sweet, sweet song.
I love the storytelling part of my work, hands down my favorite part, I abhor the budget, can’t stand the asking for money.
The asking, the putting oneself out there always comes with the risk of rejection.
Last night, I ran risky past sundown because I left the gym without ever going in. Checking email, there it was, another no, another rejection in a string of three.
I cranked my car, turned down the radio and said ok, ok, adjust your sails, you’re not out here in this big sea all alone.
I drove back home and planted pansies for my grandma then ran real hard with good solid songs in my ear.
Running from the dark, I decided and posted on Instagram. A friend commented and I shared what was causing my darkness. Her reply was so sublime!
“Yet it was kind of you to share my trouble.”
Philippians 4:14 ESV
She understood, she was so very kind.
In this great big world, we all have a story and a story to tell. Today, it’s a work story I’ll tell; but, it’s my life story too.
God placed me in this position for a purpose.
I’m so glad he lets me help to change some stories and then to tell them, hear them, celebrate them too!
And later, I’ll let go of my ideas and ideals for my writing. I could stop altogether or I could continue more surrendered and less striving.
I could remember, let go and let God and like my mama said, be the passenger, let God drive the train.
Telling my story, His way, His time and place.
To God be the glory.