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I am one of the busiest moms I know. I write three to four books a year, blog, homeschool, and lead a teen moms' support group. Oh yes, and I'm working with an amazing production company that's making huge progress in having one of my book series turned into a TV series! (I know; it blows me away too!)
Sometimes I can't believe this is my life. I'm a former teenager mother. I have no college degree. I live in Arkansas, not Hollywood, Chicago, or New York. Yet all I do and have goes back to one thing: realizing God's designed purpose for my life . . . and having the faith to run with it.
I can still remember when I first had aspirations toward writing as an adult, many years before I wrote my first book. I had worked hard on a short essay, and felt deeply proud of my effort toward creative expression. Out of an excitement to receive feedback, I approached a family member with experience in creative writing, to see what they thought. After a quick look over my work, this person said without any hesitation, “This is very low quality. You’ll never be a writer of any merit with this kind of rubbish.”
Frustrated but not deterred, I persisted in stating that my writing was worthwhile.
I didn't take my laptop on my last trip - a six-day visit to Phoenix - which might not seem like a big deal except I don't own an iphone. Our only phone is a flip phone with no internet access, and being Canadian, it doesn't work in the States. So for six days I was screen-free. Hands-free. Eyes lifted at all times - all five senses tuned in to the world around me.
And do you know what I saw?
A world that wasn't seeing.
When I got married just over eight years ago, I thought I was close to perfect. In fact, shortly after the wedding, I questioned who it was I had married. I thought I knew my husband well, but when conflict rose up, I could only assume it was because of him.
Because I was close to perfect.
I knew I had room to improve in some areas, however, I could not comprehend the ways I was contributing to the conflict.
It must have been all his fault!
Sunday night my husband set up his laptop in the living room, and we did the scary work of filling out on-line forms and paying $300, to enroll our son at the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor in central Texas.
Of course, my men turn every activity into stand-up comedy.
When we got to the medical information, my husband asked, "Do you have any bladder problems?"
"Only in AP English," said my son.
