As I’ve looked over this journey to publication and all the stories I’ve written, am writing, and plan to write, I’ve discovered a common thread. Each of my protagonists are looking for a place in their world, their purpose, their identity.
In Secrets Kept, we have Ayianna. As a young child, she was uprooted from her home among the elves and moved to a nameless village on the edge of the Badara kingdom among her mother’s people, the humans. She has had to adjust to a new life with different cultural requirements and expectations. One where her dreams and worth seem to have been lessened to nothing more than the family’s goat. At first, the change wasn’t so obvious, but as she became of age, her mother started making plans to marry her off. Her father, reluctant at first, had other reasons to see her married.
Don’t we all start out with dreams and desires to become something or do something? But then life happens. Circumstances hinder us. Events shatter our dreams. And we can feel so alone. Bruised. Battered. Unsure. Confused.
Where do we go from here?
Then come the Voices. Oh the voices, voices, VOICES. Pulling, tugging us this way and that way. The shoulds. Should nots. We try. We fail. Then there’s the condemnation. The guilt. The fear.
Ayianna made many decisions out of fear and listening to other people’s opinions in Secrets Kept. Back in December 2014 I’d been praying and contemplating and building my very first vision board for 2015. It was way too much fun. Ha! And through those events, I discovered my word for 2015. Fearless.
I was amazed at how much I had allowed fear to control my life. It holds us back from finding our place, finding who we are. It paralyzes us. Makes us make stupid decisions. Ayianna did. She allowed fear to control her, but will she break free from it and all the voices pulling at her? Being set free from the lies and opinions in our minds is one of the hardest journeys we’ll
walk. crawl. drag ourselves through… But I’m here to tell you, it can be done. I did it. I am doing it. It’s a process. A journey.
Only when we face our fears and tear down the lies can we find our place in this world.
Forgive me for being cheesy, but I cannot help but think of this song.
A Place in this World by Michael W. Smith. This was once my heart cry. One of them at least. Ha! Listening to it now, it sounds a bit…dated? BUT the words will never be outdated. Here it is. Enjoy!
Don’t forget to check out the birthday bash! I’m giving away four advance reader copies of Darkened Hope and we’re having a lot of fun doing so. 😀