Several years ago, my granddaughter, Ellie, and I were passing the time on a family road trip by playing one of our favorite travel games, I Spy. It was Ellie’s turn and she had me searching high and low for something purple, our favorite color. It wasn’t the beach towel, the flower on her shirt, or her purple nail polish. I had a good view of the entire van from my back seat location, but it wasn’t helping. What else could it possibly be?
“You’ll never guess this one,” the seven-year-old announced. That was all I needed to hear. Zooming down the highway at 70 miles per hour, my competitive streak went into overdrive.
But there was nothing purple left in the car. “Are you sure you mean purple?” I asked, eying Christina’s sweater. “Could it be pink?”
“No, MaMa, it’s purple. I promise.” She crossed her arms. “You might as well give up. You’ll never guess it.”
“You know me better than that.” I crossed my own arms. “I never give up!”
Five minutes later, I gave up. “Okay, what is it?”
She pointed. I leaned over and scanned the floorboard. “There’s nothing purple down there.”
“Not there,” she said, pointing again. “There.”
I followed her pointing finger straight to my leg. My spider-veined leg.
Purple is no longer my favorite color.
This story is true, and one I love telling as I travel around the country. But even though I laugh every time I tell it, I must admit, there’s a little part of me that misses my former self.
I occasionally catch a make-over show claiming to create A New YOU. Usually, the recipient of the make-over gift is thrilled with her New You results. She sports a new haircut and a new wardrobe and new lips. But regardless of how good this “new” person looks, underneath the surgery and the make up and the packaging, she’s still the same person, with the same baggage, the same struggles, and the same sin.
I’m thankful that when God created A New Vonda, He made me new inside and out. No make-up, no surgery, no fake body parts. He made me fresh and new, clean and white, forgiven and free. Truly a make-over gift.
And that’s why I write. I know what it’s like to be spiritually wrinkled, walking around on spider-veined legs. I know how it feels to be covered in guilt, and I know how it feels to be free.
I can’t keep the Good News of this free gift to myself.
I have to write.
Calling for Your MoGo7000 Totals!
So, how did you do this month? Did you reach your goal of 7000 new words on a book project? If so, I want to hear from you!
Just leave a comment (please do not email me–it won’t count) with your total word count from July 1 to July 31 and you’ll have another entry into the end-of-the-year drawing for $100 in cold, hard cash.
And the really good news is, you can join in at any time. Here are the MoGo7000 guidelines with all the instructions.
Hope you’ll join us in August!
I Need Your Kudos
Did you sign a contract? Create a new website? Have something published? If so, we want to celebrate with you! Just email me with the information in this format:
- Your name
- Your state
- Link to your site, if available
- Your good news
- Link to your good news, if online
I love seeing what you’re all doing!
The Winner of Edie Melson’s Social Media Marketing for Writers Ebook is…
#9-Beth Fortune! Congratulations, Beth. Your ebook instructions are on the way!
And thank you for joining us last week, Edie. Your words encouraged us to move forward without fear. ðŸ™‚
Whether You’re a Speaker or a Writer, We’ve Got the Conference for YOU!
Both conferences are held in a beautiful lakefront home at Lake Keowee, SC.
1.Â Â Â Â The NCompass Writing Retreat is September 29-October 2.
2.Â Â Â Â The Christian Communicators Conference is October 26-30. Click here for Christian Communicators Conference information packet.
Parting Words from The Word…
My former pastor, Sonny Foraker, used to call this the Ivory Soap verse. I think that’s a good way to describe it, don’t you?
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9
I pray God’s blessing on the work of your hands and your hearts,