Once upon a time, not so long ago, a Girl moved from the Land of Palm Trees and Sea Shores to the Land of Horse Farms and Rolling Hills. She moved away from her home, her church and her friends, and she missed them very much. The Land of Horse Farms and Rolling Hills was quite nice, and soon she found a new home, a new church and some new friends—but it wasn’t quite the same.
The Girl was lonely.
During the day, her husband went off to his new job. He loved his new job very much. And the Girl became a little jealous, because she didn’t have a new job to love. But she did have three beautiful babies, and she loved the babies very much. While one baby went to kindergarten, another baby napped. So the Girl took those lonely hours and wrote a book about her other baby who died. She dreamed some day she would be able to help other Girls whose babies had also died.
The Girl wrote and wrote and wrote. The Girl missed her baby. She missed the Land of Palm Trees and Sea Shores. And the Girl was still very lonely.
When the book was all done, the Girl took it far away to another city so she could meet with some nice people who might transform her dream into a reality. She didn’t know what else to expect in this other city. But she was certain God led her there.
The Girl went to lots of workshops and listened to lots of authors talk about their own dreams becoming reality. And during those workshops, God whispered to the Girl,
“You are a writer. I created you to do this. When you write, I smile.”
And the Girl smiled, too.
At night the Girl attended a wonderful meeting. A meeting about The Enemy, The Lies, The Truth and The Cross. And that night the Girl cried out to God about her loneliness. And she wrote on a little piece of paper,
“I feel so alone.”
And then she nailed that little piece of paper to a large wooden cross at the front of the room. She cried and cried and cried, because she felt so alone. Surrounded by hundreds of other women, the Girl was still lonely.
Then she slowly reached into a small basket. A basket filled with more little pieces of paper.
See, while the Girl was still in her new home writing her book, other Girls in this far away city were praying for the Girl. In fact, they were praying for this very night—that when the Girl would nail her little piece of paper to the Cross, God would respond to her on a new piece of paper.
The Girl slowly opened her new little piece of paper from God. And it said,
“No matter what happens I will not leave you. When you pass through the waters I will be with you. And when you pass through the rivers they will not sweep over you. Isaiah 43:2”
Again the girl cried and cried and cried. But, miraculously, the Girl was no longer lonely.
And the Girl took her piece of paper from God back to the Land of Horse Farms and Rolling Hills, and she taped the piece of paper to her computer, where she writes even today—knowing she makes God smile.
The Girl is Moi.
The story is true.
The far away city is Concord, NC.
The event is the She Speaks conference for writers, speakers and bloggers, July 31-Aug 2, 2009
This Girl is headed back to meet some more nice people who might make her dream a reality. Will she see you there?