Faithful Friday / English Teacher Encourages Writing

My first book that narrates our 1st 18 Adoptions!

Ms. Kathy Keenan, my 10th Grade English teacher, was instrumental in pushing me along the writing career path. I had already started journaling some, but as an assignment she required us to journal everyday (I can't remember long the assignment lasted.). The more that I expressed myself on paper the more I enjoyed it.

One day I recorded a vision or a dream (but I didn't refer to it as that at the time), and I used that as my journal entry for the day. She wrote a note on my paper saying,

"I like the way you write!"

It blessed me so much that I kept the paper. It is actually recorded as the 'Prelude' in my first book. I'll share it with you below, but if any of you peeps out there know Ms. Kathy or where she is please share this with her. And the rest of you teachers, don't ever underestimate the seeds that you are sowing . . . just because you can't see the harvest yet doesn't mean that there won't be one! Keep sowing those seeds!

Oh yeah, I guess I might better warn you - it's a tad bit mushy! LOL! I was only 16!

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Prelude

December 10, 1974

"Is It Real?"

I took a walk the other day, just walking along for fun. I happened upon this pond. I had been there before - in my dreams, with someone holding my hand. The pond was just as beautiful as it had been in my dreams. The trees were showing off their spring leaves, while wildflowers bloomed profusely in every direction my eyes traveled. The grass at the edge of the pond was lush and green. The wind was blowing gently, just enough to rustle my hair. The frogs were talking to me , and the birds were singing for me. I was beginning to feel that maybe I was mistaken, that I hadn't been there before. Then she came, a graceful heron. She flew in at the far end of the pond and landed in a clump of bushes. The feeling was back. I knew that bird! Some mysterious force made me begin to walk towards the heron. I walked around the pond to the far end. The heron flew away, and there in the bushes was a nest with her young in it. Then I remembered. "He" had been there with me in my dream. He had held my hand. He had seen the heron fly in, and had gone with me to see the nest. I remember !

We were in love! The sun rose and shone around him. I remember peering into the nest with him looking over my shoulder and squeezing my hand as he said, "We'll raise a family like that one day, and love them as much as we love each other . . . "

"Bonnie! Wake up! You'll be late for school."

"But Mama, I've been . . . dreaming?"

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Dreaming? Yes, but who would have ever believed that it would be a dream to come true? That I was not the only one dreaming, but that God had placed the same dream within a young man's heart less than ten miles away. Greater still is the fact that the dream originated in Father's heart before we both were even born. Now, how wonderfully wild is that? So, to the Creator of all dreams worth dreaming . . . here is my story.

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A VERY SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO MS. KATHY KEENAN WHEREVER YOU ARE . . . THANK YOU FOR BELIEVING IN ME AND ENCOURAGING ME!

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