During our courtship,
Maribeth and I spent hours talking about what the future might hold. We still
aspired to do meaningful things for the Lord, though we were both in our
sixties and had retired from full-time ministry. What might we do together? How
could we make the most of the days God might apportion to us? These questions
opened some rather creative visions to us.
In the midst
of those conversations, Maribeth asked why I had not undertaken a writing
project that I had been mulling for several years. I laughed and said, “Honey,
I’ve relegated that to the museum of good intentions.”
You know the
place. You’ve often visited it, I’m sure, and ensconced some lovely mementos
there. Unfinished portraits, rough-hewn statues. Perhaps you dust them from
time to time, but you have no serious intention of bringing them out of those polished
marble halls to complete the work of your imagination.
Maribeth keeps
me mindful of it. When I muse aloud about some project left undone and get that
faraway look in my eyes, she will fix me with those penetrating eyes and say, “Is
that in the museum, too?”
These weeks
of isolation at home would be a good time to walk through your own museum. What
treasures languish there? Why not trundle them out the door and see how they look
in broad daylight?
Joe Allison writes both fiction and nonfiction, and has been a member of the Indiana chapter of American Christian Fiction Writers since 2010. He lives in Anderson, IN, with his wife Maribeth and daughter Heather.
