Six days, two hours and thirty-seven minutes ago, I stood in a hotel outside of Chicago wearing red lipstick and a super cute outfit that involved the perfect combination of stripes and summer, frantically pressing the elevator button….
….and trembling in my new beaded sandals.
Nervously I pressed the lighted blinking button.
Again. And again. And again.
I think I read somewhere that when they design elevators, they maniacally add a feature where the elevator doesn’t arrive and the door doesn’t open when you’re late for something you really need to be on time for.
Even if you and your hair are looking super cute.
Even if you applied three tones of red lipstick to arrive at the perfect blend.
Even when it’s one of the most important days of your life.
Ding. The door opened and my sparkly red-painted toes and I stepped nonchalantly inside as my phone started ringing.
It was my son.
“Mom,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Today is all about you and following your heart and accomplishing something that you’ve hoped and dreamed and wished and talked about forever.”
“I hope one day I have a dream like that,” he said smiling into the phone.
“And I hope it comes true.”
And right then and there, staring at intricately patterned elevator carpeting and creatively fauxed paneled walls….
….I almost cried.
I know my red lipstick quivered just a bit.
The elevator gently dinged and the doors opened and I stood there for a moment with his words ringing in my ear.
He is so right, that incredibly wise son of mine.
Dreaming is a big thing. We spend our days thinking and arranging and planning and hoping that one day it will come true.
And when it does it can be a little scary.
Can you deliver?
Can you create it?
Can you take the first step….
…through the elevator door?
I’m stepping through elevator doors and stepping out on faith because I’m writing a book.
Let me pause for a moment and type that again and all-cap it because I don’t think I believed it myself the first time.
I’M WRITING A BOOK.
The mom of four who jumped from the city to the country.
The dreamer who started writing a little blog full of stories and projects and the occasional red lipstick moment.
The book is all about the journey and the jump and faith and trying to match up dreams with expectations and finding the amazing along the way….
….and the amazing that was there all along.
There are stories and adventures.
And hand-drawn DIY’s.
It’s going to be published by Tyndale and it will be coming to a book store near you next fall.
And I wanted to say thank you.
To everyone who reads this blog and believes in me and follows along and encourages and lifts me up and shares their hopes and dreams with me every day.
I wouldn’t want to step through those elevator doors with any one else but you. 🙂