I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: 5 Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget.
I have a literary agent. And submissions to publishing houses are underway. Meanwhile, a graphic designer is creating a collateral design to offer you a peak inside the manuscript.
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My sweet mother suffers a heart attack. :(
She calls it an "episode."
Sick with concern, I take my city roads to her country roads. East Texas, where farm roads laugh hysterically at Google Maps. The thought bubble over my head depicts my sister insisting: Remember, you're in the country. All the trees look alike. You can't count on internet service, so write the directions down."
I arrive on the scene with a dying iphone and mounting resentment towards my teenage son, who lost my charger just ten days after my over-priced Apple purchase.
My mother is fragile and stubborn in equal measure. She's on the cardiac floor of the hospital where NO SALT is the name of the game. The first thing my sister says to me is, "Do you know about Mom's contraband? She has barbecue Lays potatoes chips stashed in that dresser drawer."
"Mom, you gotta stay off the salt."
The sun goes down. The sun comes up. Leeland, my sister's partner stops by to drop off my mom's favorite fuzzy jammies. This cheers her up as she is now on a liquid diet due to her pending heart catherterization and now claims to be starving to death. For a brief moment it appears as if she is willing to take better care of herself. That is until Leeland announces that he's heading out to get some lunch.
Mom: What are you going to eat?
Leeland: I don't want to tell you that. You can't eat right now.
Mom: It's okay. It doesn't bother me.
Leeland: Well, probably some chicken fried steak.
Mom: Leeland, put a roll in your pocket.
This, from a woman who graduated from nursing school with honors when I was in high school. Did her I.Q. drop when her blood pressure went up? Not just no, but heck no! So what's the deal? She wants to heal. The challenge is that her every day choices now work against her better tomorrow. Literally--her, better . . . tomorrow. She can no longer count on the time-worn paths of her every day life.
I think of my own life. My desires to get better and stay better all up against the only roads I've ever taken with the only version of myself I've ever known along the way. It's frightening.
I pray for my mother. I don't shame her for struggling to break up with potato chips even though they've never treated her right. I don't say, "Don't you want to get better?" (Of course she does.) I pray she is filled with the courage to add something that is good for her every day life as Love tempers the desire for all things that work against it. I pray this one step, whatever it is, will open her eyes to see that the hard choices she faces are for her--not merely her cholesterol level, but for her. An older woman so very worth new, and therefore, scary new actions that leads to restoration.
This is a lesson of self-love I try hard to embrace:
Love does not insist on what we convince ourselves we must have. Love refines trajectory. It transforms us in spite of how we see ourselves and the people around us. And somewhere along the way we find ourselves empowered to take baby steps in the opposite direction of what is not in our best interest.
Heart attacks. Heart breaks. The causes vary.
Identify ONE step in the direction of your personal worth and future well-being.
What if you take it?
Published on Friday, April 13, 2018 @ 12:10 PM CDT
"Thanks be to God who makes all things new through our Lord, Jesus Christ, his Son, who lives and reigns with Him in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever, and ever. Amen." (I totally boosted this from my *daily meditations.)
However the days to come unfold, I encourage you to join me in the self-reminder: All things new. Some days I express these three little words with the fullness of joy. Other days they serve as a weary and tear-streaked plea for help. I suspect the same will be true for you. Regardless of what comes down the pike we remain in the company of Love.
A graphic designer is working on a collateral marketing campaign for the book that is not yet a book. Multiple publishing houses are reviewing my book proposal. My agent is waiting to hear back from them, and I am waiting to hear back from her. As she says, "This is a long process. Be encouraged and keep your eye on the prize."
Funny thing is, a few years ago the "prize" was a book deal. Nowadays, the prize is Psalm 26:7, which I pray daily:
"That I may publish with a voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all your wondrous works."
Meanwhile, check out a sample design. General feedback is that the subtitle is difficult to read, so it'll change. A revised design will be ready in May, and you'll have the opportunity to peak inside the book my heart and read a quote from each chapter title.
Five Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget
Wendy Redroad combines free-spirited insight and relevant Scripture to invite a woman in crisis into a story of hope and healing where [she] is the main character.
"By day the Lord commands his steadfast love; and at night his song is with me. A prayer to the God of my life" (Psalm 42:9).
We get better together,
*copyright 2017 The Word Among Us
Published on Wednesday, April 4, 2018 @ 11:46 AM CDT