Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Finding God in Almost-Black Fingernail Polish


It was my first assignment. The editor has read my writing, and even asked to print some of it. It makes me brave...er.

But this is different. An assignment is faith in the unseen. I'm being entrusted to write a print-worthy article ahead of time, before there is evidence of a well-written piece. And I don't even have this kind of faith in myself. 



The feature necessitates an interview with a teenager and her mother. How hard can that be? I have three teens of my own, I am a mother, and we already know what to talk about — her story. Easy, right?

But I'm still reeling from my own story unfolding yesterday, and I'm distracted. I find out the day before that the mom is the owner of another magazine, which means she knows about publishing articles and interviews and will see that I'm a fake  novice. She will recognize my mistakes. I will be found out, and I think I'm humiliated even before I ring the doorbell. But I push myself forward into the doorbell and wait, counting the two strikes already against me.

She answers the door and glows like campfire kindling, all sixteen years of her. I notice almost-black fingernail polish chipping, and it finds my almost-black insecurity and chips away at it. We find seats in the living room, and I clumsily prod my new voice recorder into action.

She leans back into her seat and into her past to tell her story while I lean into my faith and find the assurance of things hoped for.

6 comments:

  1. Hi Dawn,

    Congrats on your writing job! Leaning into faith...yes, the best place to lean. Visiting from JDL's blog...Blessings :)

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    1. I never run out of opportunities to exercise my faith. Thanks for stopping by, Dolly.

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  2. So sorry to read about Kelly...will pray for her.

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    1. They are regrouping and going to rebuild. Thanks for your prayers.

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  3. Oh, you reminded my of my first interview and how nervous I was. And hundreds of them later, I still get a bit nervous to be honest. I am sure you did amazing, congrats on the job. I also wanted to thank you for the kind words you expressed today at my place. They were like God speaking right there in the comment box. It meant so much to me.

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    1. Shelly, I'm not sure I'm encouraged to know there is still nervousness after hundreds of interviews, but at least I know it's normal now. Thanks--I think. :) And may I have hundreds more, too. Amen.

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