Emily, at Chatting at the Sky, is a writer and an encourager. She writes about writing and her posts have encouraged me here in my little spot of the blogging community. She writes about fear, insecurity and art. I can relate.
On a last-minute decision, Sunday, I opted to stay home. My sisters were gathering at my parent's lake house. The cousin time would have been great. The sister time, better. But, I just couldn't go. I felt the pull to be home. I thought it was because we have been gone much this summer and we have had unexpected expenses lately. I thought I was being wise and frugal. Looking back, I was being obedient.
"What are you going to do today?" a friend asked at church.
"Stay home in front of the fan and melt into a puddle" I replied.
I did stay home. I did stay in front of the fan. However, I did not melt into a puddle. Instead, I wrote. I opened my computer to write a few tentative lines and hours later I went to bed with 10,000 words written.
I think we all have a story or two. I have one that has been brewing on again/off again in my soul for over nine years.
What I know now, that I didn't know on Sunday, is this... it is time to tell the story. And, it was obeying God's prompting that kept me home on a hot, sticky day.