For those of you following my personal reinvention project, you will notice that today’s post is the culmination of two days.
Am I becoming slothful in my writing?
No, but I will offer this single clue to you-a 22 month-old granddaughter who we babysat for a couple of days. Got the idea?
Witnessing her vigor, spunk and high energy permeating our home and yard has given me much pause to think on a couple of very important questions.
1. Am I getting old?
2. Why am I so tired?
3. How did I manage to take care of the house, the cooking and cleaning with five children who were all very closely spaced?
If someone has the answer to that one, I am all ears.
Anyway, this whole project of mine began in frustration as I felt as if my writing was going nowhere. The pay I receive for my work, especially in one specific market is so paltry that I truly could earn more flipping burgers at the neighborhood fast food establishment. Therein lies the dilemma–I made up my mind. I was going to quit taking assignments from them. It was time to dig in my heels and say ‘no more!’ It was time for the social justice wheel to land on my doorstep for once, and I was so serious that I began to tell everyone.
Of course, I had not anticipated a few things having to do with: the best laid plans, and telling God what I was going to do.
Have you ever heard God laugh?
Yeah, I have and I don’t think He was laughing with me.
As soon as I made this announcement and began to divest myself from this arena, I began to receive compliments from innocuous sources, was completely snubbed by these fast food and coffee joints after spending hours writing applications, and suddenly, the assignments began pouring in. I mean pouring in. “What does this mean?” I ask the Big Guy.
All I heard was the snorting of His contagious, but hefty sniggering.
Yeah, I got the picture. Just go ahead and tell God your plans and see what happens.
Now, I am still not sure what His plans are for me. I do know that I cannot continue to write at this pace and for this meager sum for long. Burnout has often visited this muse, leaving a charred and barren wake. But I can ascertain, that I am right where I am supposed to be.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11
Perhaps this whole reinvention was not in changing WHAT I do, but how I am on the inside. I do know one important fact, gratitude is imbued within it all.