Love at First Sight

What say you?

Does it exist or does it not?

I say no. It doesn’t.

And I might get absolutely slaughtered by the comment I’m about to make. Like, totally clobbered. So imagine me saying this from behind my couch.

But for me, love at first sight didn’t even exist with my child. Unlike the movies you see in Hollywood, I was not a teary-eyed mother overcome with emotion and love for my wee little babe. I was more like, “Thank you Lord that this kid is out of me and holy crow, he looks like my brother.”

I was enamored by my little one. And excited for what was to come. But I don’t think I fell in love with him the first time I saw his squishy, Elmer Fudd nose. He still felt like such a stranger.

It was over the course of sleepless nights and bare-skinned cuddles and his little fist wrapping around my finger and first smiles and all the other million things a mother experiences in that first month of motherhood that made me fall in love with my son.

So I’ll ask it again.

Let’s Talk: What say you? Does love at first sight exist?

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Dead Ends

Here’s a lesson I’m learning about God.

Sometimes, as we travel this journey called life, He prompts us to go a certain direction. Perhaps through Scripture or a sermon or prayer or a yearning or a heaviness that sits inside our chest.

So we set out on the road with high hopes and expectations.

But sometimes, for whatever reason, we find ourselves at a dead end. And most often, it’s painful and confusing. Yet if we open our eyes and surrender our plans, we’ll discover a new path.

A path we never would have considered had we not gone down that first road.

I’m learning more and more every day that we don’t worship a God of dead ends.

Let’s Talk: Have you ever gone a certain way with your life, hoping for something, but God gave you something else instead?

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My Writing Process

This question is from Ms. Wendy Paine Miller. And okay, I didn’t get it under two minutes, like I wanted. But I talked as fast as I could!

For all you pantsers out there, get ready to cringe.

For you readers out there who have no idea what the words plotter or pantser mean, allow me to explain.

I’m a plotter. I plot out my story before I sit down to write the rough draft.

There are others out there who call themselves pantsers. They don’t plot before they sit down to write the rough draft. They wing it. Or, they write by the seat of their pants. And somehow they do not suffer from ulcers. It’s completely baffling.

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Let’s Talk: What’s your writing process like? For you nonwriting readers, what kind of writer do you think you’d be?removetweetmeme