May 6, 2020
I asked my daughter Rebekah to join me on the balcony this morning. “I need your advice,” I said (among the many rewards of homeschooling is wise children). I made LaVazza in the French Press and brought her a San Pellegrino, then sat down with my journal. But before I, the Great Meeting Instigator, could present my thoughts, she began reading from 52 Hebrew Words Every Christian Should Know by Dave Adamson.
I wanted to talk about me. Sigh. Patience. Wait, what was that? About His mercies being new every morning? The word is rachum. I remembered why we were on the balcony. Because not only was it morning, but it was a beautiful, shining, May morning. A robin was worm hunting beneath us, and another one was pecking a bedroom window for reasons unknown. Perhaps he thought his reflection was a possible Mrs. Robin, and extremely attractive. Perhaps, like me, he thought it was all about him.
Rebekah continued to read and I waited. Quietly. Surely I am smarter than that robin? Finally, I talked. “Shall I write fiction or non?” What about this, and that, etc.? Her answer brought a flirting, flittering thought from the back of my mind to the fore: “Write what’s in your heart and hold nothing back.”
What is in my heart? Home. Jesus and Home. Home.
My fiction is about home, and my non-fiction as well. Write both? Then where to begin? It’s Springtime. Resurrection. You don’t have to begin, merely resume with vigor. The whole world’s all about singing a new song, and doing a new thing, and out with the old and in with the new. And that’s marvelous. Sometimes.
But sometimes it’s marvelous to go digging through all kinds of old stuff – barely begun stories and mostly finished manuscripts, journals, forgotten thoughts and notes, highlighted portions of old books from friends’ hearts.
They’re friends I’ve never met, but who wrote from their hearts unto mine, holding nothing back. “Father, help me, direct me, anoint me, to write like that. Even as you spoke to Rebekah’s heart and she passed it on to mine, speak to my heart so that I can pass it on to those who have home in their hearts. Amen.”
That’s pretty much everyone.
Thanks for joining me.
P.S. But what about that “hold nothing back” part? Yikes. That sounds quite messy.