This post, I dedicate to Char, who moved me to where my book was waiting. She knows who she is, and I’m still percolating on our connection. Char will forever be remembered in my destiny as part of a melanated-and-coffee-connected pivot point.
The morning I was supposed to travel to the Vision Christian Writers Conference, I questioned whether I should go. Meanwhile, in her car seat right behind me, Kid 1 was making up songs.
I thought to myself, Should I be going to this? I mean, is this really for me?
Immediately, she started singing, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”
Nanoseconds later, as if in response to my next thought—could this be the devil trying to get me in trouble?
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…”
When Kid 1 is older, I pray she will read this, because I cannot thank her enough. I love how she is an adorable, powerful link in the trajectory of my life becoming what it is now. She must have somehow known I was going to a place where I could find a book I’m writing for her.
And it doesn’t even matter if the book gets published. But it will. I’m still conceptualizing the vehicle and studying how to write a children’s picture book for 3–7-year-olds. Writing poetry, my first language, is MUCH easier. I see light and dark browns, and other beautiful colors within a beautiful mental dwelling. It’s not about me, though. It’s about my daughter, and Char, and others!
I am okay with how much bigger knowing that made me. It feels so good that I feel weird (defined: “mysteriously strange or fantastic”).
BTW, #Iloveyourweird
The things that are for you are so yours that, even when you forget, the Lord will stop the sun and physically move you to your destiny. God will send way-makers with skin on. And they will move your body, your mind, your understanding.
Char moved me. Not so my big ol’ head can get any bigger, but so that I could change. She moved me to become part of a group of authors who set children free to love themselves within their skin, whatever color it is. Timelines don’t matter. Limits don’t matter. Trust the process, because it will physically move you.
Now, sip on that!
