***It took me some time to be ready to publish to the world my deepest self. I think it's worth the risk. So there will be some discrepancy in the beginning between composition and publication.***
Sometimes I get these ambitious ideas. Well, truthfully, I get ambitious ideas often. But sometimes they take hold when I’m saying my prayers or pondering the Word. As I compose this, I don’t know how the execution of my impressions will play out. But I feel impressed to write a love story, a real life romance, in small snippets that will fit into both my time allotments for composition and an overwhelmed college student’s time constraints for consumption.
My story is real. You will see my folly and youth. I will be exposed, known, and recognized as imperfect. These are not comfortable feelings for me. But there simply is no other way for me to share MY story. Sigh.
In composing this story, I have some idea of the essential elements. But memory can be kind to a mother who needs to forget enough while she sleeps each night to get up and start a new day! In order to be true to events and people, I will consult my journal as a research object. But my impression is that this story needs to be told from the perspective of the (more) mature person I have become. In other words, I hope to connect the young girl who started this journey and the wiser woman (I hope) I have developed into as narrator.
To combat insecurity, I have concluded with a question: who doesn’t love a good story? If I do mine justice, and I know how to call down blessings when answering promptings, my hope is that it will delight any who take the time to jump into it.
So concludes today’s correspondence and this work’s introduction.
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