Even though I promised myself I wouldn't. Even though every time I couldn't get the wording right or the pages right or my thoughts in any kind of order I said I'd never write another book. I am. Two of them. Funny how God uses that multiplies principle at inconvenient times. I told myself I'd maybe write another book when I finished grad school. I'm not at all finished with school and yet I find myself opening a new file on my computer and writing Chapter 1. Happy sigh. I'm finding that one becomes a writer because one can't not write. Don't like double negatives? Too bad :)
My next book will be about the church, about this generation and the one behind me, and why church cannot possibly continue as it has been. I've always had a love hurt relationship with church the building and church the people. And I'm not going to lie - being a single 32 year old woman makes it hard to fit into any church setting. I adore the people I worship with currently, but I still don't exactly fit there. I don't really fit anywhere. And in great moments of faith I consider that a spiritual blessing because it throws me into the arms of the Almighty just about all the time. But sometimes, if I'm really honest, I wish the church could be everywhere. And why can't it be?
I'm planning to figure that out in the months to come.
And the journey continues......
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Welcome to the Island of Misfit Toys!
I think being an outsider, though not always--but sometimes--fun, is definitely a way to gain perspective. I can't wait to see what you write next. I guess I should bring you a double latte, no foam, with an extra shot! You're going to need it!!
BB
Got decades on both you and Rob and I've never fit, probably never will, and realizing that's a good thing. Possibly even a blessing.
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