I woke up this morning on my 50th birthday ready to put my plan in action. Thoreau’s quote ‘Live the Life You Imagined’ had inspired me. My outward life was definitely real; mom, grandmother, Sunday School teacher. But time seemed to be slipping away so fast that I wanted to live the way I had always dreamed I could. The inner person that was always playing in some corner of my heart was going to be born today.
“Rain! Of course, and how perfect!” I exclaimed and donned my trench coat, rubber boots and grabbed my umbrella. I walked briskly to Main Street and started singing, “Singin’ in the Rain, I’m singin’ in the rain! What a glorious feelin’, I’m happy again…” wrapped my hands around a light pole and began to twirl myself around it. It was soaking wet and I slipped and landed with a crack to my elbow and cut on the head. The next thing I knew I was in the ER.
Undaunted, I asked the ER doctor out for coffee. There was no wedding ring and he was adorable. He accepted! I don’t think he will call me after today, because he looked extremely uncomfortable when I asked the waitress, “Do you know Jesus Christ? Could I tell you what wonderful change He has made in my life?” I explained that I was not going to be inhibited about sharing my faith anymore. “By the way, do you know Jesus Christ?” I asked. Dr. Gorgeous had to go back to the hospital.
Wow, what a morning. I hadn’t expected a head injury, but nevertheless I had experienced something new and met new people. What next? My head was aching so I’d better go home and take a nap. Nap? No! That is too normal. I fished the 10 ten dollar bills I’d saved up out of my unmentionables drawer and headed back to town.
The rain stopped so I just skipped along the street singing, “Oh, what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day…” and passed the bills out to the first 10 people I saw. When my money was gone I glanced back as I turned the corner. There were ten people stopped in their tracks, mouth open and staring, holding ten dollar bills. A joyous laugh started somewhere deep inside and bubbled up to the surface. What fun!
“Now, Father, we’ve talked and talked about this, but if I’m going to make that call and mean it, I need Your grace. Please fill me with your Spirit and give me what I need to do this thing.” I took a deep breath and made the call.
“Hello, Sheryl? This is Mary Smith. I just called because I wanted to tell you that I forgive you for stealing my husband away. God has completely healed me and I don’t harbor any more bitterness or resentment toward either of you. I know you are having a hard time since he died. I will be praying for you,” I said. I thought I heard her mumble ‘Thank You’, and then she hung up. Twenty years of hurt and anger rolled away as I said those words. Thank you, Jesus!
One more call to make.
“Hi, Boss? It’s me. I need a leave of absence, say, three months. And when I come back I want to be part time. I’m going to get serious about my writing. Is that a possibility?”
“Uh, well, yes, I guess so. When do you want to leave?” the boss said, stammering.
“Immediately. I’ll be back first of the year and we can talk about hours later. Thanks so much, bye!” I said quickly and rung off before he could change his mind. I’d dreaded that for months.
Now time for nap, but first I went over my list for tomorrow; try to call Andy Griffith. I missed out on Don Knotts and Jimmy Stewart. Not going to let that happen with good ol’ Andy. Just want to say thanks. Then I will book a flight to Prince Edward Island so I can walk among the poplars and ferns alongside the Lake of Shining Waters.
The phone rang just as I was dozing off.
“Dr. Gorgeous, I mean, Dr. Jones? Well, yes, I’d love to go out to dinner with you this Friday.”
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? If the men in white coats don’t show up at my door, then the sky’s the limit. Woo Hoo!
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