Determining the proper beginning and end to a memoir is not as easy as I thought it would be. There are many helpful stories I’d like to share, but some of them may be more suitable in a different book. The one I’m working on now is about learning to trust God’s promises. And yet, that’s a lifelong endeavor, am I right? Where do I “end” that lesson?

I could come up with a whole other book illustrating how to trust God’s promises more specifically for my marriage. Consequently, which of those memories do I include in this book?

I have settled on a starting point, at least. It would be when I finally made the decision to go through with my divorce. Now I must simply work out the ending.

My mission this week is to create a plot map. A mind map? Maybe a vision board. I’m a visual person and will benefit considerably from a large outline of some sort on the wall near where I’m writing. I even have the poster paper ready to slap on the wall.

I continue to benefit from the discoveries I’m making. This week, as I was examining the truth that I have a hard time saying no to others, God revealed a memory that I can’t believe I’d forgotten about. Not exactly forgotten, but rather hadn’t processed as part of my story of growth.

It was a big one. One that I now see had significant impact on the way I responded to others. Men in particular. I will flesh this out next week. Hopefully. I will be having surgery on my foot Tuesday morning, and I’m just not sure how I’m going to feel afterward. My desire is that being laid up for several weeks will allow me to get a lot more writing completed.