My daughter got me an early birthday present last week when she visited. My other broom was 70’s green and bristle free—received as a wedding shower gift thirty years ago. I’m still amazed how much better the new one works. Makes me wonder why I didn’t care enough to replace it sooner.
Makes me also wonder why I don’t care enough to replace some of my bad habits I’ve hung on too for thirty years as well.
Like worrying when I pay the bills. Or worrying when I see my husband look sad over his situation. Or worrying when I can’t find a job to apply to and the phone doesn’t ring with offers.
How come I can’t sweep away those bad habits like I can the dirt on my kitchen floor?
Sassy Granny sent me a book called Hinds’ Feet on High Places where the lead character is called Much-Afraid. At first, I thought, this is not my kind of book. It’s too hard. But I persevered because it was a gift, you know, and she loved it.
The other night when I woke at 3am and started to worry about paying this month’s bills, I thought of Much Afraid. She was crossing the desert and going past the lonely lake but she knew the mountains were ahead of her and the Shepherd would take care of her. I actually found my fears disappearing all because of a story.
The next morning I checked when the book was published thinking it must be one of those really old classics. 1987. For me, that’s not that old. My daughter was three years old then. The author was writing a book that would minister to me 22 years later while I was teaching my daughter how to dress herself mornings.
Think about the book you’re writing today. Who do you hope will read it? What do you hope they will get from it when they do?
I don’t know if Hannah Hunard is alive or dead today, but I want to say Thank you. Thank you for thinking of me to take the time to write.
Update--I read a little more and found out she died in 190 but wrote the original copy in 1955--even more wonderful--the year I was born! 1987 was the American version.