The roar from the TV filled the room as my husband and son sat glued to the football game on the screen. “Aw, come on!” my husband smacked his leg. “Can you believe this? They need to get rid of that guy!”
I slid the Thanksgiving turkey into the oven then stood and watched the instant replay of the ill-fated run for the first down. Untying my apron, I turned to my daughter, “What are you up to, sweetie?”
She smiled as she mosied past in her pj’s, a plate of snacks in hand. “Nothing, just hangin’ out . . . ” She popped her earbuds in and made her way to her room humming a Disney tune. I surveyed the scene for a moment, then slipped into the dining room, pushed aside a place setting, grabbed my laptop, and pursued my dream . . .
This is the way that last week of NaNoWriMo went; family fun, with little pockets of time tucked here and there to write.
With 21 chapters still to go and only one week left to write them, I didn’t think I stood a chance at finishing my NaNoWriMo project before December 1st. I wanted to give up as I fell farther and farther behind my daily word count goal.
Midway through the month, I decided to wave the white flag and just bag it. I was way behind and it would be a battle to catch up. Well, I guess that’s it . . . I was disappointed, but saw no way to pull it off. I thought the matter was settled, but when I opened my Bible study for the day, God met me in the opening section titled: “Settling Too Soon.”
So emboldened by God’s encouragement I pressed on.
I worked hard to catch up. God woke me earlier and earlier to meet with Him and begin the day’s writing. But still, I continued to fall behind. The same challenges that had hindered my progress before, intensified. New issues arose: family and friends in crisis, unforeseen home responsibilities, an increased workload in my church job. It seemed the harder I worked, the more arduous the task became.
Finally, the last week before the deadline arrived and I still had 21 chapters to write.
Once more, I pitched the white flag of surrender at the Lord’s feet. And again, He tossed it back, this time with a challenge to obey: “I will fulfill my vows to the LORD in the presence of his people.” So, I prayed, took God at His word, and did all I could feasibly do each day and still honor my other responsibilities and family time.
And all through the week, He provided unexpected pockets of time to write. Like time after a day spent Christmas tree shopping with my family; time after a family evening decorating our tree, sipping hot cocoa, and listening to Christmas music. My family enjoyed our usual family traditions, unhurried, without hassle, and . . .
He pulled me over the finish line to meet my dream of writing a nonfiction book in a month. On December 1st at 12:01 a.m. I hit the last period in the last sentence with 52 chapters and over 61, 000 words filling my hard drive.
Today, I’m praising God that I didn’t ditch my dream. And I have only one thing to say about it: To God be the glory great things He has done!
What great things is God poised to do for you? Will you take Him at His word and persevere until you, too, cross the finish line? Trust me, it’s worth it!
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