Hello everyone, this is Rosemund Dumont. I am writing to you from our summer home on the seashore. The waves are crashing outside and a fierce wind is blowing. I am very glad to be snug inside our house. Our white kitten is curled up beside me as I write to you this glorious story.
Actually, this is Kate. I’m wearing faded work clothes, sitting in my bedroom trying to sort out all my thoughts and wondering what else I should be doing. Just like you, I have an imagination. Like everything else it can go two ways: the good way or the bad way.
I don’t believe fantasies are bad—they can be very interesting, encouraging stories. But suppose that I began to wish I really was rich, beautiful Rosemund Dumont, best-selling author of The Highland Dream and decided that being me was just plain boring, I would have a problem.
I would be ungrateful to God for what He has given me and who He has made me. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.” (James 1:17, NKJV)
If I just look around me I can realize that I am sitting in a cozy bedroom, warm and well-fed, looking out on a winter world just awakening into spring, using a pencil (that has a lusciously large eraser) to write this draft, and helping a little buddy brainstorm a surprise for a big buddy. How wonderful is that? To me that seems more interesting than being Rosemund Dumont with just a white cat to keep her company. Besides, I got to use my imagination to figure out how to describe all this.
If you are having trouble being content, I encourage you to read and write real things. Keep a journal of the poetry in your life that just might be disguised as prose. And remember, “...in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, NKJV)
Happy writing and reading!