Yes, I was one of those girls who lived vicariously through fictional
characters. I dreamed of being swept off my feet by prince charming.
Now here I am, a grown woman in her very own house. I have a husband
sleeping soundly beside me. Sometimes I feel like I am still just a girl,
playing grown up in this happy little life I lead.
The mystery which drove my inspiration has long died away… I don’t even
know the last time I took up the proverbial pen to remember my friends of long
ago. Things are just different now. You writers will understand…
This is my life. Wonderful as it is, the course is set clearly before
me. I am called to love this man lying beside me. I am called to be a wonderful
mother to his children someday. And I am called to be an ambassador for Christ.
There is not a lot of mystery anymore. And perhaps not much of the
romance that I always dreamed of. But that’s okay. A different, more lasting,
romance exists in matrimony. Teenage fantasies die and leave you with something
far greater, and certainly far more real. Commitment. Security.
Funny the thoughts you have late at night. I pulled out my computer and
thought… maybe if I listen to “Dustland Fairytale” five more times I will be
able to conjure up a little piece of fiction. Instead I have truly seen,
perhaps for the first time, that my life is not only different from when I was
sixteen. But I am different.
Crying again....
ReplyDeleteits just life lady. Pregnant or No, life will do it to you
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