Donald Miller Living A Better Story Blog Contest
Scooter's Plan for the future...
At fifty-seven, I’m hurtling toward the conclusion of my story. I don’t have much time left to finish my final chapters, so I am determined to write the rest of this story with as much reckless abandon as I do purpose. And, I am as fixated on enjoying the great dance as I am on surrendering to Him in the process. I used to think that God had planted some great road map written in granite somewhere and that I was destined to follow it - step by slow methodical step. But, as I have walked with Him now for many miles and many years, I have finally concluded that He just isn’t that concerned with the details of who, what, or where, He’s just concerned that I walk in relationship with Him no matter who, what, or where. Life can’t really be that simple, can it?
Looking back, I’ve had plenty of regrets, a few near-misses, and a lot more yawns than amazing hoorahs. My number one regret? That I’ve never actually granted my story the opportunity to devour me, to actually gobble me up and dance with my bones. My story has been extra ordinary, rife with wasted minutes, wasted hours, wasted days - weeks, months, and years of what-ifs, maybes, should-have, would-have, and could-haves.
Yes, my life has been sprinkled with just enough ah-hahs to break my lightening free-fall through life. And, the few breaths that have managed to miraculously escape and explode into time and space have always been glorious, trailed by a sparkling shower of joy unspeakable as they drifted back to earth. But, insert dad’s relentless growl that gnaws at the back of my brain, “You need to get your head outta the clouds”! and I have always trudged back to the Matrix-green realty of mediocre and the convocation of the living dead. Argh! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?
In the movie, You’ve Got Mail, there is a gut-wrenching email exchange in which Kathleen Kelly writes, “Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.” Well, in my case, I really do want an answer. And, as a believer, there is no cosmic void; there is only the certainly of the cosmic God who loves me.
I have finally decided that I am going to be brave. That I am going to lace up my pink ballet shoes (grateful nod to Nora Ephron and Noel Streatfeild), don my twinkling tiara, and spin across the universe during my last few years on the planet! And, I pray that God will leave the space that I eventually vacate permeated and punctuated with the fragrance of hope, joy, laughter, glorious entertainment, and dazzling delight.
I am going to attend the life-changing, earth-shaking Donald Miller Living A Better Story Blog Contest in order to get fired and inspired! I’ll be leaving there with a skip in my step accompanied by the good bones and solid direction on which to build the remainder of my grand life expedition.
I am grabbing my electronic notebook and writing like God has really given me something to say! I am grabbing my camera and documenting the journey like it really matters! I am leaving a legacy to my four children and eleven grandchildren that all really is right in God’s world - and anyone can dare to go anywhere that God dares to lead them!
My magnificent plan is to finish penning - okay, keying - my inspirational Pocket Parables and pray they serve to encourage and challenge women from all walks of life in their efforts to fight the good fight.
I will polish off my creative non-fiction collection of Pinecone Princess Chronicles so my sisters-in-arms can curl up with a hot cup o’ tea and a good book (mine). A smile shall sneak across their quivering lips as they sigh and whisper, “Oh my! How thoroughly entertaining and uplifting! I actually feel quite… ‘cheered on’!”
I will finish and and publish the world-famous fantasy-adventure trilogy that I am currently co-authoring with my husband. In turn, we shall become independently wealthy and quit our day jobs so we can embark on the wild and crazy coast-to-coast vacation of our dreams!
Yep! You guessed it! We will load up the silver Airstream trailer that we purchased with the funds from our vast writing/publishing empire just so we can visit the capitol of every state in the union! We shall slide into a booth, slip into a chair, or plop ourselves onto a stool in the area’s favorite greasy spoon with the specific intent of spending time, interviewing, and photographing at least one complete stranger. Why? For the sole purpose of asking what God’s revelation or word to them was for that day. Tour complete, we shall sally forth, publish our Pulitzer prize-winning coffee table book, and delight in the achievement of a very well-devised and executed plan.
Quirky ideas? Goofy dreams? Intriguing visions? Absolutely! Positively! Without a doubt! What an excellent manifestation of the author! (And - just in case anyone asks - that would be Jesus, of course).