So I wonder if anyone will actually notice this post? I haven’t written here in over two years. I’ve tried starting new blogs, promising to write and then, well I don’t. I say life got in the way, but in reality I just didn’t feel like writing. Well, I did, but I really couldn’t. I was struggling with depression, my marriage collapsed and I lost my domain name transplantedthoughts.com.
Not necessarily in the that order.
So what makes this time any different, you ask?
Well, I have been spending a lot of time thinking. Thinking primarily about writing. Primarily about writing a book.
I imagine it’s difficult to write a book when you’re not actually, well, writing.
So I’ve been doing some covert writing. I dusted off this old blog and started writing posts. I haven’t published any of these posts, I’ve only been trying to get myself back in the groove of writing.
The funny thing is, I’ve been thinking and tinkering and one day, out of the blue, I was invited to contribute to a book for grieving mothers.
Not to mention I had just spent a week reliving Nathaniel’s five short days on earth. Twelve years sure does fly by fast.
So here I am thinking about my son Nathaniel and thinking about how I should be writing. And bam! God hands me an invitation to be a part of a book. Not just an opportunity for a guest-post on someone else’s blog. But an actual book.
Did I say God? You heard me, after all this time and all my doubt and all my questions, I have accepted that God can do some pretty amazing things. Like, get me to church. No, not just get me to church, but actually find me a church family.
And hand me little nuggets of direction by having someone I haven’t chatted with in years, contact me out of the blue and ask me to write a piece for this book.
How’s that for belief in the Almighty?