A few weeks ago, when my husband returned from his fishing outing, he realized he kept one fish that was much too small to eat. So, it became another pet (as if we needed any more!) The tiny crappie had a white bucket for a home although he rarely could be found there.
The little man (3 years old), enthralled by having his very own fish, carried the fish with him to and fro. He came into the house with fishy in his hands, dripping stinky fish water all over my house I might add.
He wandered around the yard with his fishy clasped tightly to his chest. Oh, how he loved that fish! He couldn't part with it. When at last the sky turned dark, I made the little man say good-night to his fish. The fish received a sloppy little boy kiss good-night. I'm really not making this up!
As you can imagine, the sweet fish did not last long. I kept reminding my boy to return the fish to his home. No amount of scientific explanations could overcome such great love though!
Sometimes I feel a little like that fish. Well meaning people take me out of my homey bucket and I can't breathe very well. I'm a fish out of water.
But this weekend, at Write to Publish, I finally felt like a fish IN water. I was not only surrounded by the Living Water, but also by schools of fish heading in the same direction. I soaked up the visions and dreams, the hopes and ambitions of over 200 people.
What a shock to realize that I'm not as weird as I thought I was. Ok, well, I'm still pretty weird, but at least I'm not alone in my weirdness. I made friends with other great people who shared my heart for writing.
I think we all need that experience. God has gifted each one of us differently. Now, we all go back to our perspective communities and bring our unique gifting with us into our homes. Everyone around us might still think we're a little weird, but now we realize that there are other weird people just like us all around the world.
The little man (3 years old), enthralled by having his very own fish, carried the fish with him to and fro. He came into the house with fishy in his hands, dripping stinky fish water all over my house I might add.
He wandered around the yard with his fishy clasped tightly to his chest. Oh, how he loved that fish! He couldn't part with it. When at last the sky turned dark, I made the little man say good-night to his fish. The fish received a sloppy little boy kiss good-night. I'm really not making this up!
As you can imagine, the sweet fish did not last long. I kept reminding my boy to return the fish to his home. No amount of scientific explanations could overcome such great love though!
Sometimes I feel a little like that fish. Well meaning people take me out of my homey bucket and I can't breathe very well. I'm a fish out of water.
But this weekend, at Write to Publish, I finally felt like a fish IN water. I was not only surrounded by the Living Water, but also by schools of fish heading in the same direction. I soaked up the visions and dreams, the hopes and ambitions of over 200 people.
What a shock to realize that I'm not as weird as I thought I was. Ok, well, I'm still pretty weird, but at least I'm not alone in my weirdness. I made friends with other great people who shared my heart for writing.
I think we all need that experience. God has gifted each one of us differently. Now, we all go back to our perspective communities and bring our unique gifting with us into our homes. Everyone around us might still think we're a little weird, but now we realize that there are other weird people just like us all around the world.
Comments
I am so glad you had such an awesome time.
Hugs,
Julie
I love the story about the fish. That is great!
~ Leanne