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Dream in color.
Aside from my faith in Jesus, it's my biggest takeaway from childhood. As a little girl, when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd answer without pause: "A missionary pediatrician to a Spanish-speaking country." It was true. And no one in my family rolled their eyes when I said it. I wanted to be a white version of Mother Teresa with a stethoscope around my neck.
Over the years, the dreams evolved just as I did. Don't they always?
I dreamed of being a nurse. I dreamed of living life in a big city. I dreamed a lot of dreams.
Throughout my time at home, my parents really fostered those dreams and didn't shy away from the extravagance of them. When I saw a boy learning to play drums on Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood as a seven-year-old, my dad willingly took me to the music store that very same day to buy a practice drum kit so I could get started learning drums, too. When I felt called to spend a summer in the Amazon jungle - despite the fact that I'd never camped or slept outside - they sent their hearts and their prayers with me on an airplane to Peru.
I've been thinking a lot about dreams lately. And if I was really honest and dreamed in color, what would that big dream be? The one that's almost too sacred to utter aloud for fear it might lose its power?
It would be this: I want to be a writer.
In some ways, I know that I already am. I write here; I write often. But I don't want to only write blog posts. I want to be a published author. I want to wrestle for days with words that turn into sentences that turn into paragraphs that end up printed on real paper. I want my publisher to skim a few pages and shove them back across the table and tell me to keep working because I can do so much better (do they really do that?). I want my great-grandchildren to read my words on printed pages with yellowed edges and see a glimpse of the heart of Jesus.
It's a lofty goal. I don't even have a topic or a genre for this someday book. But I'm announcing it here, shoving it into the light, because I have to start somewhere. A girl can dream.
I understand your dream very well. :)
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DeleteIn so many ways, you're already there! Or at least a whole lot further along than I am in this. :) Can't wait to see your books on shelves.
Love this. Love your writing. Have you read Emily Freeman's new book, A Million Little Ways? If not, it needs to be on your must-read-list. :)
ReplyDeleteI fully support this dream. :)
ReplyDeletethis has been my life-long dream, so i can certainly relate to this. you got this, girl. go for it!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading your 1st novel, spread those wings and fly.
ReplyDeleteYou write, I'll buy!
ReplyDeleteThis makes me so happy! Keep eyeing this dream. Keep watering it. Let it get sun. I definitely would be so very blessed to see this seed of a dream bloom. Thank you for inspiring us all, Whitney!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that you can give words to your dream -- that is half the battle sometimes! This past summer I read Walking on Water by Madeleine L'Engle and it pertains to art in all forms including writing. She gave me lots to think about and her ideas made me wrestle with my beliefs especially with writing truth. This is the only book that I have ever read by her so I do no know much about her --
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