R in sixth grade is already a writer. short stories and the makings of novels peek out between first grade crafts my mother’s heart isn’t ready to part with and the latest progress report with teacher’s comments worth saving for those days of self-doubt.
filled with wit and words mixed like painter’s colors, it comes easy. this telling a story. from building blocks placed just so in the making of her. she no longer comes to me with “what should i write mama” and “how do you say”. she steps onto paper with confidence and her imagination takes her forward with sure.
until prompted. until subject is not of her choosing and feels mis-sized. uncomfortable. and she wants to get away from it. believing it is not for her. wanting what is already on the road she is walking down.
but after pushing back, she is reminded of drawer full of testament to writing god gifted her to do. that he is source of word after word pushed up through soil to fully bloom. and she begins to trust first step taking.
less often she flees at out-of-comfort’s zoning. most often she sharpens pencil, takes deep breath….and begins.
the word of the lord came to jonah son of amittai: “go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.”
but jonah ran away from the lord and headed for tarshish. he went down to joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. after paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for tarshish to flee from the lord.
then the word of the lord came to jonah a second time: “go to the great city of nineveh and proclaim to it the message i give you.”
jonah obeyed the word of the lord and went to nineveh….
jonah 1:1-3, 3:1-3 (NIV)