She stepped outside her calling, feeling tired and dismayed. Surely God would not have her continue in the steps she was destined to take 20 years prior for 20 more unless providing the strength to do it. Life had grabbed her with a tight hold, not offering any relief from its toil and trouble. She needed a break and a break she would take, with or without God’s blessing.
Perhaps she would become a backyard farmer, growing all kinds of wonderful fresh foods. Raising chickens would be delightful! Little did she know that this job would require so much work on her now tired body. She did not realize she had aged 20 years and was not the same woman. Perhaps a smaller version of her grand scheme would work better. Even then…an empty hole remained. The seeds planted in the ground did not fulfill the hole in her heart.
Maybe she would serve coffee, how hard could this be? Spending the day talking to people, no noticeable stress, only the sounds of the coffee grinder in her ears. Sadly this did not last long for she found stress was all around as customers poured their troubles upon her clean counters. She only had two ears and her tongue was tired from offering some sort of comfort to their weary hearts. Who would fill her cup that was sorely lacking? Lastly her coffee was not that good no matter how hard she tried! She would like to think she made delicious coffee but deep down she knew she could not fill others cups with delightful coffee unless hers was filled too.
Perhaps she would learn to play the Violin. This new adventure would take up at least two hours of her day. She had some knowledge of the guitar so this may not prove to be more difficult. Little did she know she had purchased a Violin that did not make sound! It was surely a faulty instrument. Surprisingly later, she learned she was to “rosin up her bow” like Charles Daniels song to produce sound. How silly of her to think she could pick up this fine instrument and play as if she was born with a fiddle in her hands. She was happy to find sound but the sound was less than pleasing to those around her. The music in her head did not match the horrific sound that came from the instrument. This was much more difficult than she had imagined and would take a life time to learn. She now had the time.
One day she placed her pen to a page, finding much joy as the words leaped from her heart into the air. Who was the person and where did you place the tired, ole’ gal? The joy was instant and most gratifying. A writer? Who would have thought that she would have made such a drastic move, finally finding her dream.
While she would never become a seasoned Barista, a productive backyard farmer, nor a concert Violinist, she would always happily write. It was with pure happiness for her to share her thoughts, inspiring one heart at a time.
Her cup is now full these days as joyful thoughts dance through her mind, she can now say, “I am a writer.”
It is a mystery what the next twenty or thirty years will bring. Maybe by then she will be playing Amazing Grace ever so lovely on her Violin while sitting on the back porch watching the chickens peck the ground. Her vegetables may now grow abundantly before her eyes as the Lord is now the keeper of her garden. She will only have to speak her thoughts and they will be magically written across the clouds.
With each step she takes, she knows change is bound to happen. Redirecting her dreams, remaking steadfast plans, creating new thoughts, and challenging destinations.
Life is a journey, forever making us into who we are called to be.