My intention in joining Holley on her 21 day challenge was to do all five (or seven) days of the week throughout the week, posting them together on Friday. Today, I have changed my mind. At least for today.
Today, she urges us to use our senses in the telling of our story. I like this. I feel like I am learning a new way to write. I think that, perhaps, some day I will be a writer. Or a speaker. Or a counselor. Or a mommy. Apparently, at the age of almost 34, I have not grown up yet. I do not know what God has in store for me.
A memory that I have. A happy one. There are many memories I would like to tell in my story, and many of them are hard. Let's just start with a happy one, though, according to Holley's suggested outline. :-)
I see our dimly lit room, and a small light gleaming from the hallway.
I hear my grandmother's voice calling out through the silence of the night.
I feel the warmth of the covers resting on my tired body.
I taste the chalky fruitiness of a TUM because Gram only wanted half.
I smell the cologne of my husband as I crawl back into bed.
Now, the question: Why is this experience important to my story? Because family is important to me, and I love how she provided us a home and how we were able to care for her.
Wow. That was truly incredible. Thank you, Holley.
What is something that you remember? What did you see, hear, feel, taste, and smell?
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Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
My story
I am joining Holley at Heart to Heart with Holley in a 21 day challenge to write my story. Each Friday for the next 3 weeks, I will be posting the answers to various questions that prompt the telling of my story. I hope that you will join me as I write the story that God continues to unfold.
The Princess, the Procrastinator, and the Planner. I have certainly played each of these roles throughout my life as it relates to the telling of my story. Like every other princess out there, I want my story to be just perfect, and I have attempted to tell it in that perfect way here. The procrastinator? Aahhhh... the true me in every way, shape, and form. There have been those times when I just didn't write because it wasn't the right time, it wasn't the right way, it wasn't just perfect. Then, there were those times in life that I didn't do what needed to be done or say what needed to be said because I didn't feel like I was in the right place at the right time. I wasn't married yet. I didn't have a child yet. I was waiting for that happily ever after to show up on my front door. The planner. This personality, too, is close to my heart. Lists. Organization. Type A tasks. A way to control the outcomes of my life by following a pattern and checking things off.
Too bad, God doesn't work that way. It is time for a new way of thinking. A new way of approaching life and my story. A new way of following in His footsteps with faith and obedience as HE writes each next step of the journey....
There are a lot of people on this journey with me. With us.
Of course, there are my bloggy friends. Some of them I have never met, and some of them I have stepped out of my comfort zone to meet. I have been pleasantly surprised by the people God has brought into my life.
Then, there is my family. My parents. My sister. My Gram who is with Jesus now. My husband.
Especially my husband. He is my true *heart relationship*. I am amazed by how God brought us together, as well as the things He brought D.T. through before even arriving half-way across the world! Not knowing what our child will be like, I wonder how God will bring that together as well. Somehow, it sounds like a good joke... what do you get when you mix a Romanian, an American, and a whatever the child will be??? Hahahah! I know God is smiling down on us, just shaking His head. :-)
Then, there are our acquaintances around work and through the adoption process. Our case workers. Other adoptive families. Our adoption mentors. Seems like that is what our world revolves around right now. Work and adoption.
Of course, I cannot forget our spiritual mentors. For them, I am thankful. Really, the relationship there is more of motivation, and that is something that definitely keeps us moving forward.
Okay, right now, I am feeling a little princess, in that I am struggling to write and I want it to be perfect. *drats!* Oh, well. I'll just keep plugging along.
The edit button. There are certainly many things in my life that I would like to edit. Just take that Red Pen and cross right out! Things I've done. Things I've said. Things I've thought. They are all too personal to share here. I know. What a cop out. It is difficult, though, to hand over that Red Pen to God and allow Him to take control. To redeem my mistakes. To bring me joy. To write my story. What is one way I can give Him the red pen and make peace with who I am? *sigh* I just don't know. I am such a control freak. I try, though. One little thing. Seeking Him each day. Every morning. Oh, and relying on those trust butterflies to remind me of my need for Him at all times.
Finally, a S.T.E.P. in my story... There have been so many! Steps. Baby steps. Giant leaps. Of faith. Of obedience. I guess, the first step was when I first heard God's promise (go on, click that link, if you haven't read it before. I know I've included a lot of links in this post, but that one is worth it!). I grabbed on to it, and was able to begin moving forward in small steps. I felt released.
There. Done for this week. It's not pretty, but I did it. I ignored the perfection voice. I guess that's the point. Head on over to Holley's, and read a few other life-changing stories.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The Princess, the Procrastinator, and the Planner. I have certainly played each of these roles throughout my life as it relates to the telling of my story. Like every other princess out there, I want my story to be just perfect, and I have attempted to tell it in that perfect way here. The procrastinator? Aahhhh... the true me in every way, shape, and form. There have been those times when I just didn't write because it wasn't the right time, it wasn't the right way, it wasn't just perfect. Then, there were those times in life that I didn't do what needed to be done or say what needed to be said because I didn't feel like I was in the right place at the right time. I wasn't married yet. I didn't have a child yet. I was waiting for that happily ever after to show up on my front door. The planner. This personality, too, is close to my heart. Lists. Organization. Type A tasks. A way to control the outcomes of my life by following a pattern and checking things off.
Too bad, God doesn't work that way. It is time for a new way of thinking. A new way of approaching life and my story. A new way of following in His footsteps with faith and obedience as HE writes each next step of the journey....
There are a lot of people on this journey with me. With us.
Of course, there are my bloggy friends. Some of them I have never met, and some of them I have stepped out of my comfort zone to meet. I have been pleasantly surprised by the people God has brought into my life.
Then, there is my family. My parents. My sister. My Gram who is with Jesus now. My husband.
Especially my husband. He is my true *heart relationship*. I am amazed by how God brought us together, as well as the things He brought D.T. through before even arriving half-way across the world! Not knowing what our child will be like, I wonder how God will bring that together as well. Somehow, it sounds like a good joke... what do you get when you mix a Romanian, an American, and a whatever the child will be??? Hahahah! I know God is smiling down on us, just shaking His head. :-)
Then, there are our acquaintances around work and through the adoption process. Our case workers. Other adoptive families. Our adoption mentors. Seems like that is what our world revolves around right now. Work and adoption.
Of course, I cannot forget our spiritual mentors. For them, I am thankful. Really, the relationship there is more of motivation, and that is something that definitely keeps us moving forward.
Okay, right now, I am feeling a little princess, in that I am struggling to write and I want it to be perfect. *drats!* Oh, well. I'll just keep plugging along.
The edit button. There are certainly many things in my life that I would like to edit. Just take that Red Pen and cross right out! Things I've done. Things I've said. Things I've thought. They are all too personal to share here. I know. What a cop out. It is difficult, though, to hand over that Red Pen to God and allow Him to take control. To redeem my mistakes. To bring me joy. To write my story. What is one way I can give Him the red pen and make peace with who I am? *sigh* I just don't know. I am such a control freak. I try, though. One little thing. Seeking Him each day. Every morning. Oh, and relying on those trust butterflies to remind me of my need for Him at all times.
Finally, a S.T.E.P. in my story... There have been so many! Steps. Baby steps. Giant leaps. Of faith. Of obedience. I guess, the first step was when I first heard God's promise (go on, click that link, if you haven't read it before. I know I've included a lot of links in this post, but that one is worth it!). I grabbed on to it, and was able to begin moving forward in small steps. I felt released.
There. Done for this week. It's not pretty, but I did it. I ignored the perfection voice. I guess that's the point. Head on over to Holley's, and read a few other life-changing stories.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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