The Journey Begins

Christi Dumm_0001Thank you for joining me!

In the corner of my living room most mornings is where one will find me.  Before me is the big, flat-screened t.v. most hubbies can’t live without.  The wall behind is littered with pictures, portraits, plaques, clocks …To the left, a window I sit and gaze out often.  Behind me, the heat vent which is a necessity come cold Eastern winters.  The chairs have changed over the course of the years as have my surroundings, but my purpose has not.  This is where I come to study, to read, to write, to meditate, to pray.

Not long ago, during fellowship with God, I heard Him whisper to me, “You are My word girl.”

It made me smile.  It actually made me a little giddy.  I love to write, have since I was very young, so to hear my heavenly Father validate me in such a way swelled my heart with gratitude and love.

Rewind: My mum has wanted me to blog for quite some time.  Okay, she’s my mum.  Moms are supposed to say things like that.  Then one of my closest friends recently brought it up after I had shared some thoughts with her.  Then, and this threw me for a loop, my friend’s teenage daughter, out of the blue, says to her, “Christi should blog.”

That’s really cool and all, but I’m a technological idiot.  I’m not kidding.  If I write something and can get my laptop to stay married to my printer long enough to produce a paper copy I feel like I have made a huge accomplishment.  I can’t figure out how to scan a picture and send it to a photo program to edit it.  My “smart” phone is a trac phone—with an antenna.  And I’m going to blog?!  Just maybe the moon is made of cheese.

So I said to my friend, “Tell you what, I will do whatever God leads me to do.  But He must teach me.  He has to send someone to show me what to do.”  The gauntlet was thrown.

Enter my pastor.  My very, very busy pastor who created #empoweringpeople4life.  He says, “I’ll help you.  It’s way easier than you think.”

I didn’t take him up on the offer right away.  Refer above: he’s busy.  Very, very busy.  I gave him time to come up with an excuse, an exit out the back door.  He didn’t take it and God wasn’t giving it.  So I relinquished myself to this as a sign that God had taken up my gauntlet.  And what do I call this blog?  There must be millions of them, maybe billions.  Every name imaginable must be taken.  God whispers, “God’s Word Girl.”

I smile again.  I can’t help it.  It’s like when a kid has a beloved pet name that only their dear Mum or Dad calls them.  Or the warmth of your name on a lover’s lips.  But I’m wondering if that would be pretentious.  Then a conversation ensued that settled it for me.

My husband and I had seen turkey buzzards in our neighborhood, and even in our yard.  It gave me the creeps.  “Buzzards are foreboding,” I said.

“Why would buzzards be for boating?” he asked.

I giggled.  “Not ‘for boating’, foreboding, bode-d,d,d.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, exasperated, with yet another “big” word. “Sometimes I think you write for Word Girl.”

BAM!  Laughter filled my mouth, tears filled my eyes.  My husband unwittingly confirmed my name by accusing me of being a writer for a PBS children’s program.  And the dear LORD reiterated to me to never be ashamed of what He has called me.   Nor should you ever be ashamed of what He has called you.

I am inviting you to join me on this journey for it is my prayer that we may grow together as God reveals Himself through: His Word, people, creation, circumstances, stories, and experiences that cause us both pain and joy.  May God’s Word Girl be a place you can come for quiet reflection, wisdom, fellowship, truth and transparency.  It is my hope that you will be encouraged, challenged, and comforted as we walk together, learning more and more of our awesome God.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

 

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Christi

My husband and I married nearly 19 years ago on a chilly, rainy, spring day. One year later caught me in a whirlwind as I was celebrating my first wedding anniversary, my first Mother's Day, and my first publication as a freelance writer. The birth of our third child followed a couple months after we celebrated our twins' 3rd birthday. Though a pen has been one of my constant companions, I have not pursued writing professionally due to the monumental task of homemaking and the raising of children. A shout out to my Robert who has been our sole provider while I have had the pleasure and privilege of remaining home with our children to homeschool them. Now, thanks to him, I have the liberty to once again pursue my passion to write and encourage others in written word as we journey with God through life experiences.

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