Milestones and Bullet Points

Milestones.  Bullet Points.

We tend to sum up over lives and accomplishments in these terms.  Just look at your last resume:

*Increased sales over 6 month period.

*Managed staff of 10 people.

Or you write the following on your blog:

*Mom of three, daughter of two, wife of one.

*Cleaning the same floor for seven years straight.

I digress…I will not bullet-point my absence from my blog for the past 5 months.   So many things took priority:  children, homework, schedules, part-time work, indifference, anxiety and an ADHD diagnosis.  It would take me months to describe it because it was my life.   So that leads me to this:   This weekend I attended the If:Gathering in Austin.  Such a great time of renewal.  The ending moments had us write a “next step” on a rock and add to the “cornerstone.”   Mine was to write.  For 15 minutes every day.  Oh, do not worry, I have no great plans to blog every day.  My prayer and hope is once a week.

Gentle readers (always wanted to say that and write that), it is hard to write.  It is a solitary process.  Crazy making.  I have stories to share.  They are not bullet points, nor are they milestones.  They are about people – people that I made up, I created.  Often reflections of people that I know and love or met once in a grocery store.

And then the heavenly nudge this morning – see God said – “Sandra, you are more than a bullet point, more than a milestone.  You are my child.  You are my daughter, whom I love.”   Just think of it – for every author that has created a novel or a memorable character, then they have an inkling of what our Creator (God) experiences.   They understand that life.   I guess the same is for anyone with a child or loved one.  That person is more than a bullet point.  More that a milestone.  Every birth announcement,  wedding notice or obituary that you read IS or WAS a person.   We cannot know all people; we cannot even know ALL our people WELL.  Not throughly – that is saved for a significant other or a child.  A parent.  A best friend.  I am so thankful that my God knows me that well.

 

 

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