Tonight, Emily gave me the synopsis of the third book she plans to write for her trilogy. She said she plans for the antagonist, or "bad guy," to have a servant, or "henchman," who will actually be a girl, and she will be the main character.
Now, you have to understand; she caught me unprepared for this storyline. I was on my way to play a quick few notes on the piano (a selfish thing for me), and I had intended to hurry past her, having just spent two hours with my two older daughters talking about matters of the heart. My "listener" was tired. Still, she hurried on with her outline for her story, and I tried to school my features to welcome the tale.
This story will be about the servant to the bad guy. She will want to leave his service, but he will taunt her and jeer at her, telling her that no one will want her, and she is a useless thing apart from him. She is discouraged, believing him, but hoping perhaps he is wrong. At this point, I realize that Emily's story is about herself, though she may not yet know she is writing her own story. My "listener" perks up to hear her heart.
The servant-girl finally escapes the "bad guy," and goes about, searching for someone to accept her into their family and take her in. She hears about the "castle in the sky where all are accepted," but doesn't understand at first. Then she finds out that the castle is really heaven, and that God accepts her. It is past 10:30pm, and I am spent. I take Emily's story to heart, and encourage her to let God flow through her creativity. I ask her what we call God when we speak about the beginning of earth and man, and she answers correctly, "The Creator." When asked what word she hears in that name, she replies, "Create," again correctly. I tell her how her creativity is a wonderful reflection of God, since He is the origin of creativity, and I look forward to seeing His expression through her as she lets Him be her inspiration.
Then I send her to bed with a hug and a kiss. What a wonderful person she is!
