This is Thanksgiving.
This is the reality of answered prayer.
This is the becoming.
Here I stand at the threshold of the door I have opened a thousand times only to have quietly closed it with a "not quite ready" no thank you. It didn't feel intentional in the backing away but I knew I could choose that ease, that comfort only so many times before I found myself right here. The wall behind had inched forward leaving me no room to turn around, leaving only one option. Walk through the door.
The truth is I cannot stand this place where my mind sits any longer. I need to do what I was created to do. At 52 I know so few things as absolute but I know this. I love written words and I love Jesus. I am not perfect but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 1 Corinthians 13:10
This chapter goes on to say when I was a child I talked, I thought and I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Right there. That part. That has been the struggle for me. This threshold is where I lay down the childish notion of being exceptional in my idea of eluding consequences and instead acknowledge I am exceptional because I have Jesus to take my hand as I crossover into a room filled with light and possibility and paper and pen and hope.
It is a choice to do some things I have never done before because I want a fresh experience that I have never had before. I want to know a satisfaction that will snowball in faith.
The chapter in Corinthians concludes by saying: Now I know in part, then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these 3 things remain faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
I am a writer who writes.
In faith and hope and love.