The Three Mice

My friend asked me how my book writing is going.  I had to be blatantly honest with her and tell her that it is not.  Between daily blogs, work, and the 1,000 other things that I am juggling, writing my book has taken a distant back seat.  I opened it up the other day with the intention of continuing to write, and my attempt fell flat.  The book has a totally different rhythm than the blogs and pulls at a different part of me.  It requires me to be more vulnerable.  I closed out of the book and went on about my night.

And then…I got a reminder of who I am.  Really who I have always been.  See, although I have my own home, I still have not completely moved out of Bible Study Mama’s house.  I was in my old room today looking for a remote.  I found 2 shirts that I thought had disappeared into thin air, some nail polish, and the book “The Three Mice.”

If you have not read “The Three Mice,” you have definitely been missing out on life.  And your reading portfolio is clearly not expansive enough.  This buried treasure renewed my faith.  I wrote and illustrated “The Three Mice” in second grade.  My first literary masterpiece was then laminated and bound by my teacher.  I suppose my hoarding paid off.  I had forgotten that I kept this book until I was searching through my old room.

The book only spans six pages, but it covers a LOT of material.  If you have been missing out on drama in your life, my second grade self brought all the heat.  Listen…I really want to talk to young me and ask some questions.  You can tell that I grew up watching All My Children with my great-grandmother.  But you can also see and hear me clearly in those six pages.  Thirty years have passed, and I am still me.

I was so convicted by this book.  If little Sareta could write a book with the courage of her convictions, grown woman Sareta has little excuse.  I have to be 100% myself.  I must do what only I can do.  One of the things that is uniquely suited to me.  Writing has long been a release for me and an extension of who I am.  Instead of shying away from it, I have to press INTO it.  I have to embrace it.  I hope my story pulls on the parts of you that have been lying dormant.  I hope it propels you closer to your destiny, and you feel convicted to do what you were brought to this earth to do.  The world needs your gifts.  #wepreach