I sat there staring at the coffee cup on the table in front of me. Listening to my friend talk, I felt my eyes burn and tried to gather myself together. It had been a while since we chatted. On our own, without the kids and husbands, we sat in one of our favorite coffee shops and caught up on each other’s lives.
We talked about the last year and the story God is writing in our lives. It’s still hard to understand the difficult chapter she’s lived in as she follows a long road to recovery from cancer. I praised God in my heart for the miracle that she was beside me and we discussed what it meant to have cancer as part of her story.
Editing Life
Each month I submit an article to my writer’s critique group. They pick it apart, make edits, point out grammatical errors, highlight confusing sentences, and then help me put it back together. I critique each of their articles, stories, and poems as well.
The truth is, I wish I could edit my life the way I edit those articles…to read the rest of this post, visit Domestic Kingdom, my writing home today.
Christina,this post struck me in 1000 different ways. I, too, long to edit my life and have learned the hard way that I’m not the one with the pen. I think God gave me five kids just to drive that little (big) point home
Love the way you weave words. Thanks for investing time here.
Loved this Christina! We do try so much to write our own story, but it is so much better when the Lord does it. His story in our own will make for the best reading.