True Dreams
In Our Bones is sidelined. I have a new work in progress (WIP).
I was planning to finish Space Suit, a story about Munson Barkley and his attempt to save the remnant passengers on his now-defunct spaceship, the Belvedere. I signed up for an online fiction workshop to work on it.
Well... The fiction workshop was canceled last minute and I could either wait for the next one or sign up for the non-fiction workshop. The instructor told me all the attendees of the non-fiction workshop were working on memoirs. I also had a memoir planned. True Dreams. So I switched to the non-fiction workshop to work on that instead.
It's turning out to be really good.
True Dreams is the story about how God made all my dreams come true. But unfortunately, He hasn't made them all come true, yet.
My first dream was to be married to a man who loves me. Check.
My second was to finish my college education. Check.
The third was to be paid to think. Check.
And my fourth was to educate my children. Check.
My fifth and final dream is to be a published author, so I didn't think I could write this memoir until after I had published another book or two.
But I am enthralled by the opportunity to rest in God's provision. Was it a coincidence that the fiction workshop was canceled? Was it a coincidence that the attendees were working on memoirs? Could it be God's desire that I write my memoir now and not later? Perhaps this memoir will be the published work that makes my all dreams come true.
That would be awesome, wouldn't it? Except I only want to write this memoir. I do not want to publish it. I am ashamed of my beginnings. They were both raw and traumatic. There was unbelief, abuse, drugs, and adultery. But maybe it is prudent to let others know that God gave me the desires of my heart even though I was undeserving.
Does anyone deserve His lovingkindness?
It is His kindness that brings us to repentance.