Prelude to a book.

Another cold dreary, icy day. So what do you do?  Watch TV, eat, talk to yourself?  I really shouldn't be eating or talking to myself, but at least I did pick an inspiring movie to watch on TV, Julie & Julia.  I've only watched about 20 minutes so far, and I've already been inspired--inspired to blog again.  The character Julie, decides to begin blogging out of boredom and frustration in her life at the urging of her husband.  But she doesn't know what to blog about.  So her husband tells her to blog about something she is passionate about. She loves cooking and Julie Child, so she decides to make every recipe in one of Julia Child's recipe books in the span of just one year and to blog about it daily.  I love that idea.  But there's no way I would want to cook that much because then I'd have to eat that much.  Well, maybe not THAT much, but a lot...some.

Well, I'm passionate about two things these days, God and how I got to this point of being passionate about God.  And I had a couple of God moments a few weeks ago that I couldn't deny.

I couldn't sleep one night.  For some reason, the story of my life just kept getting in the way of my ability to go to sleep.  I'm pretty sure it had something to do with Louie Giglio's message which I had watched the morning before.  Louie was talking about using wherever you are and whatever you are doing in your life as a platform to make Jesus known to the world.  One of the statements he made was, "God's purpose in our life is to know Jesus and to make Jesus known."  Wow, I love that.  I don't have to wonder any more what my purpose is in life, I just need to find my platform.

So as I laid there in the wee hours of the morning, God told me to write my story--my testimony.  I had lived most of my life denying the existence of God and now here I was at 68 years old, wanting the whole world to experience what I've experienced--the transformation that comes when you accept Christ into your life.

God knows I love to write.  I have to believe that my desire to write is a gift from Him.  I was so excited that Sunday morning when I got up and was getting ready for church.  It was all I could think about.  I started sorting out all of the little stories in my mind that make up the big story of my life.  I wanted to start writing right then and there, but it was Sunday, I was going to church.

Now I'm sitting on the front row at church with my daughter and grandson and friends and the message that my pastor was giving was called, It's About Time.  Whoa...I'm thinking, "About time for what?"  And of course, the message was all about timing and not waiting, but doing what God has called you to do.  If I were not a believer, this is where I would be like, "spookeeee".

Oh but wait...it gets even better.  I come home and I'm just fooling around on my phone--playing Words With Friends, (with friends of course) and checking out Facebook posts.  Okay, so you all know about the ads that just pop up in the middle of Facebook feeds, right?   I ignore most of them, but occasionally one pops out at me, like on this day.  Now, I have to say this before I tell you about the ad that popped up.  I had not texted or posted anything on my phone about my intent to write my life story--nothing.  But, there it was--an ad from Guideposts publications asking if I'd ever thought about writing my story and offering an online class for $24.95 on How To Tell A Great Story.  IKR?

So, needless to say, I'm writing my life story, my testimony.  And I'll be blogging about it now as it develops. I have already written quite a bit and I can confirm that writing down memorie can be quite painful, but at the same time, it can be a very enlightening and healing experience.  Oh yeah, and I found that I can actually make myself laugh out loud.

TBC