Yesterday I found myself with too much joy to bear alone. When I saw the UPS truck drive by the back of my house, I knew the driver was coming for me. I went out to greet him, and I chirped, "This is my first book!" He eyed the thirteen pound box incredulously and said, "This is a book?" "Well, it's about twenty copies of it." I grinned. He grinned back and wished me a good day. I skipped back in the house and set the box on my dining room table so I could take a picture to send my hubby. I don't know how to describe what it's like. The disbelief and excitement I feel are akin to the feelings I had when I gave birth to each of my daughters. It isn't just that I've written something I'm deeply proud of, and it isn't just that this represents the accomplishment of a dream I've dreamed since I was thirteen. Holding this book in my hand represents a breaking free from the bonds of self-doubt and the grip of those who have ceaselessly tried to silence me. My voice is free. A burst of Easter arrives in the midst of Lent. And I feel just like this:
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Christy
3/11/2014 03:32:40 am
WOOHOO!! I love glimpses of Easter in the midst of Lent but most importantly I'm glad you are sharing your joy! Congratulations!! I'm beyond excited (not even in a muted Lenten way) because the timing of your accomplishments shouldn't have to dampen the joy they bring!
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3/11/2014 09:59:01 am
Thank you, Christy. :)
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