Everything was all set. Ken and I were going to cook dinner for our house guest on a Sunday evening. Simple. Easy. Casual. Just the three of us. Then three became seven. My husband asked if we could invite a good friend of us all, her husband, and daughter over to dinner as well. My first response: no. I couldn't wrap my head around having a dinner party for six. All the excuses for why I couldn't host six people were racing through my mind. But then I stopped myself and started figuring out how to make it happen.
My plan was perfect. I had it all worked out down to the days and hours that I would get stuff done. The only problem with my plan is it was just that ... MY PLAN. It wasn't HIS plan. At the start of the year, I had a renewed sense of direction. I knew what I wanted to accomplish with or through Discovering Me, and nothing was going to get in my way. The recalibrating was done, and my focus was clear. And yet, on March 14, 2017, I found myself saying, "Wait, that wasn't the plan!"
Those who know me well, know that I am not much of a reader. That said, I am intentionally reading more especially given that I am a budding author. What author doesn't read? Last July I set out to read The Shack by Wm. Paul Young. The book was given to me several years ago by my grandparents, but it landed where all books land - on the shelf of forgottenness. At the same time I signed up for a Kingdom Writer's Conference in San Diego, and Paul Young was one of the speakers. Made sense to read the book; I am so glad I did! In case you are living under a rock, or just choosing not to be connected to the world right now, The Shack is big news because the movie version released this past weekend. And the movie is just as controversial as the book.