I awoke this morning wishing I already had my grandmother’s kneeler so that I could get on my knees (in comfort) and pour my heart out to Christ in prayer. Instead of getting down on my carpet (which I should have just gone and done anyway) I sat on the bed and covered my eyes trying to go to ‘that place’ in prayer that I haven’t been able to connect with lately. I mean I can pray and I’m fervent when I am praying but I recognize something missing within me, within what I’m offering that I long to reconnect with (hence my desire to go on retreat and put myself in an environment that allows me to become centered not just within but in all senses).
Regardless, I went about my day, doing my best to keep all choices and decisions (even in the little things) aligned with where God might want me to be (Ie: should I spend time doing this or this…am I being frugal enough to help the family as a whole…do I need that or do I want that…do I listen to this cashier telling me her life story or do I make it obvious that I’m running late? 🙂 yes I listened…) I had been running around all day doing all of these little errands moms do and it took up most of the day because I’d been putting them off for so long. By the time I made it back home it was 2:15 and I hadn’t eaten lunch yet. I heated up some taco soup that has a bunch of beans in it and I was talking to Neal on the phone when I pulled it out of the microwave and POW! a bean blew up in my face! It POPPED out of the bowl I guess because when I was finally able to recover my eye sight and calm down I had managed to place the bowl on the counter and the paper towel was still on it. But I had bean fragments all in my eye, on my face, in my hair, on my shirt…and I guess when I jerked in shock from a scalding hot bean going into my eye I spilled some of the soup all over the floor.
It took me a few minutes before I could stop saying “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, owe! Owe!! I can’t believe that!” Neal kept saying, “What? Are you okay? Tell me what’s going on!” Poor guy, he had no clue but he heard the POP! For all he knew I was bleeding all over the kitchen. Crazy. I didn’t even heat the soup up but for a minute! I didn’t know beans blew up…and then the irony…there you go I finally had something blow up in my face. 😉
The other weird thing, that I suppose could be a good thing (??), that happened today is that I received a phone call from a friend that heard from another friend who went into Barnes & Noble looking for my book and they found it in the FICTION aisle. At first I was upset. It’s NOT fiction! I called the community relations person and she looked it up in the system and sure enough they have it as Literary Fiction. I asked if she could move it to Inspirational Christian and she said ‘no’ because that is what corporate has it as. I was getting upset because I was thinking how would that make me look if I am out speaking about my different life stories and someone buys my book and it’s in the fiction aisle. Will they think I’m lying? And that happened to be one of my biggest insecurities in writing the book is that people woudn’t believe it to be true. She assured me that a lot of books that are ‘true’ are in the fiction aisle because it reaches a bigger audience. That I would have more traffic browsing my book where it is now than I would in the Christian aisle.
So, what do you think? Should I see about changing it or keeping it where it is. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Blessings
Shannon
**Side bar weirdness** Just received a text from a friend who had sent the book to a man she knew who happens to be in prison…the prison sent it back claiming it is ‘contraband’ due to the word ‘rape’!!!