He (Mordecai) says For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place and you and your father’s house will perish. And who knows whether you have not attained royalty for such a time as this?” (Esther 4:14)
I’ve been a writer as far back as I can remember. I love it. I love putting pen to paper and creating stories bred from the pictures in my mind. God has given me this awesome gift. He’s even given me the gift of being a dreamer, which is a wonderful attribute when you like to write fictional stories. The problem is, sometimes I’m afraid. Afraid of what? Sometimes I’m afraid to fail, to fall on my face, and be laughed at. Isn’t that silly? I’m 51 years old, and I’m afraid of failing or being the butt of someone’s jokes. I’ve written a couple of books, and I thought that would be the end of my writing career. I thought that the fire deep inside would be extinguished if I published a couple of books. But it’s funny. When God has an assignment for you, you can’t just quit. No matter how much fear gets in the way, when there is an assignment on your life, it’s hard to ignore. I guess why would you want to? God gave me this awesome gift, so why am I not using it to glorify him? I decided that the time is now. I have nothing standing in my way. Due to COVID 19, I can’t say I’m too busy to do this. I can’t use my job or my obligations at church as an excuse anymore. That is one of the reasons for me starting this blog. My assignment is to use my gift to speak to other women who are over 40 and single. Not about dating tips or how to get a man. Shoot, if I could do that I’d probably be married, but to encourage women during this season of their lives. There is something to be said for women at this stage of life. We sometimes reminisce about how we once looked and what size we were at age 20. We love when someone tells us “50 is the new 30”, or when someone tells us “age ain’t nothing but a number”. I agree that 50 is the new 30 and that age ain’t nothing but a number, but in all actuality, I don’t look 30 anymore. I’m not bad looking, I just don’t look 30 anymore. I take more medication than I did 20 years ago, and I even find today’s music and television shows trashy, which is a definite sign that I’m probably closer to the end of my life than to the beginning. And that’s ok. I don’t mind being 51. I’m a heck of a lot wiser than I was at 30, that’s for sure. So I figured that this would be the optimum time to write a blog for us wise, seasoned single women. Perhaps you are in a season of your life where you feel lost and unloved because you don’t have a man in your life. Maybe you feel lonely now that your children are older and seem to not need you anymore. Perhaps you were never blessed to be a mother and your heart aches at the thought that you won’t have a child. Maybe you are in the season of life where you are caring for an ailing parent and dealing with adult children. Whatever season you are in, I want to inspire you, to give you a word from God, and to encourage you to move on toward the destiny God has for you. Sometimes on this blog, we’ll cry, sometimes we’ll blush, sometimes we may shout amen. Whatever we do, we’ll do it together. I look forward to spending time with you.
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