Hallelujah...
We, my brother David and I, grew up near the Suwanee River in a cul de sac surrounded by a tobacco field, Ocean's Pond and three tiny white churches of different denominations, who met one week a month, so that everyone could rotate and experience each other's way of worship.
We were cousins.
I've been praying for a while about my blog, about what I read on other blogs. About what my play cousins--my writing friends in Christ-- agree and argue with me about. And lately, I've been pretty much to my self, afraid to rock any more boats, lose friends, or hurt anyone's feelings. Afterall, I am southern lady, who takes great pleasure in helping smile's spring forth on people's faces and sharing my constant supply of 'Nana Puddin.'
But lately, just lately...my cousins and I have been playing Hide and Seek by ourselves.
Thank, God, for my sugarbear-Gaspard, David(my twin), MeLana(my lil' sis,)and my play cousins: J. Mark Bertrand, Lamonica Smith, Dave Long, Pat Loomis, Marina Woods, Stephanie Jones, Chris Wells, Rhonda Nain, Chris Mikesell, Claudia Burney, Mary Griffin, and all y'all who I have run out of room to recognize and Selah(my angel baby.)
Today God granted me more illumination.
Please, I ask. Direct yourselves to J. Mark's revelation about Christian storytelling. His words have sat in my soul since David and I played with cotton fuzz drops and dandelions. God knew I couldn't express it(tough as I may sound I cry easily,) but as Sophia say, "There is a God." And in this secret place(our emerging stories) he also resides.
Have a good weekend.
Writing to see what the end's gon' be,
Dee
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