On bilingualism, language, and writing with abandon
It is a fight to write. The time it takes to settle my thoughts in front of a blank page when the urge is there and ready but my mind is exhausted from the busy-ness of the homeschool. I live the unconventional modality of the stay-at-home mom, or the work-from-home mom—my children are not shuttled to schools for long hours in the day. Nevertheless, I force myself to start new projects or continue existing ones, measuring all waking hours, making allowances for domestic tasks to go to perdition for just a little while.
These past few days have been thick with possibility. All my goals rest in His mighty hands. I’ve heard words I never expected to hear, positive feedback that encourages me to press onward. Whatever the outcome, however, won’t detract me from writing in boldness, from sharing my healing heart journeys.
When my family sent me off to take my flight to the bay area yesterday for the Mount Hermon Writers’ Conference, my husband told me to give it all to the Lord, to be led by His hand into His intended purpose. When I arrived, I thought I understood exactly what he meant.