I read. Sometimes you read, and your heart simply resounds, "Yes."
I am convicted.
I am alone…a lot. I am with people…too much. Deb is right. I am sometimes with people so much I am unable to collect my thoughts to tell stories about people at all. But when I do have time to collect my thoughts, I smile. When I am around people, every day, it is fun for me. And these people, I love. I may have just met them, or I’ve known them for years. People are delightful – in their happiness, in their stress, in their sorrow, in their anger.
If I told you the ins and outs of my life just yesterday in Tulsa, you might not believe it. And this is a normal day for me.
My day ran the gamut from fun to intensity:
Meeting co-workers at the airport…to
Maneuvering through a hundred people going through only one line in security…to
An Avis moment when my co-worker couldn’t rent a SUV because he wasn’t 25…to
Facing huge seemingly insurmountable anger in a friend and client with whom I share the bond of Christ…to
Sharing thoughts with two men I greatly admire…to
Seeing a slightly inebriated friend at the airport and grieving with her…to
Running into my first babysitter from another town, who also had a crush on my big brother…to
Meeting a beautiful couple from New Orleans and sharing the love of Christ…
Do you see what I mean? Stories happen to me every day…I can write about them, but I don’t. Most of them are probably worthy. All of them would be entertaining. But I’m new at this and I’m not yet sure where the line is on telling the tales.
So. I. Wait.
Deb wrote about the importance of reading to a writer – and I know she’s right. I mean, I’m faithful to read all your blogs. And I try to stay up, somewhat, on the news. And I read a funny article on Second Life in the Southwest Airlines Spirit Magazine yesterday on the plane en route to Tulsa…and I laughed until I cried. In my heart, I thought, “Dude, this guy can write. And he is funny!” I want to write like that. As to reading meaningful content, stuff that goes deep and grows, I am sorely lacking. I will be more cognizant of that.
But I digress. Back to the matter at hand.
The most important thing Deb said was, “We have to constantly keep in mind that what we do is really important, but it's not more important than who we are. If we forget that, we cheat ourselves, our readers and even our Creator, who first called us to be who we are.”
I want to be ever mindful of who He has called me to be.