Have you ever wanted something so bad, and I mean so bad that you begged God to make it happen?
It was the summer of 2005 and I wanted to move back home. I had a contract on a farm house and I was ready to roll. I was trading in the world of politics, rush hour traffic and road rage for what I love most - dogs, horses and Wellington boots.
But alas, the real estate market crashed. I couldn't give that house away. Every day went something like this, "God, please, please, let this house sell. Please let me out of this place and let me go back home."
Even at the last minute I pleaded and panicked, "I am begging you to not make me stay here."
One day, though, it just became painstakingly evident that Washington, DC, is where I am meant to be.
So, I started Hillbilly Debutante.
When you go back to the beginning I am sure my anger is very evident. It has been interesting to me to review and witness my 'slow as a snail's pace' transition from angry white redneck woman to beleagured blogger, to finally, a woman accepting of her plight.
My mother kept telling me that for some reason, I am supposed to be here.
She's right. If I had left here, I never would have started this blog. I never would have written that book, and most important, I never would have been around for this:
It breaks my heart and brings tears to my eyes to think that I could right now, as we speak, be sitting half a continent away from my Sophia Floriana.
Thank you, God for telling me no. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Is there an issue in which God seems to be telling you 'no'? I am asking you to be patient and know that He is in charge and wait to see how He is working in your life.
(P.S. I should be getting a release date on the book within the next 3-4 weeks)