Do what you are called to do and do it well.
It sounds like advice a mom would give a child. You know, be yourself, everyone else is already taken. Pep words.
Actually, it's advice I've had to tell myself as I've embarked on a new journey. This venture is not one I had on my wish list. Like any author-at-heart, my list consisted of meg-book deals, fame, and speaking engagements. A purpose, fulfillment. I also wanted readers to like my stories, of course. Oh, and money for the mortgage, those bills, and Earl Grey tea. Dear God, please hear my prayer.
So what happened when the tide changed and I found myself sailing away from that sunny island, that big dream, the one I had had a taste of, but wanted more of? What happened when the boat turned into the wild and windy sea?
In other words, what transpired when a little business morphed into a bigger story?
First, I thought my husband Carl could make all the products and I'd just do what I'm good at---customer service. But after he complained that he needed someone to help him with the increasing orders, I knew I needed to enter the garage-transformed-into-workshop and get to know tools bigger than hammers and needle-nose pliers.
I have no skill set for this, I reminded God in case He had forgotten how I broke the band saw blade one evening last spring. And how mad Carl had been, emphasizing how I don't listen to instruction. God, I'm so much more comfortable creating characters.
As Carl became swamped with orders, I had to put my settings and characters aside and put my full attention into the business. After all, it was making us money, much more than novel-writing.
Months later, I'm still the one emailing customers, and, when necessary, calling them. I take the photos of our products and write the listings for four of the five online sites where we sell. But I also get dirty. I stain, sand, and paint. I help install new lights in our workshop. I use a drill press and don't call it a drill saw and have not broken it. . . yet. I have been to Lowes and The Home Depot more times in the last three weeks than I've been to my old hangout, the library. I've even gotten bold and tried my hand at making some of my own wood creations on our new laser-engraver.
Carved By Heart continues to evolve and gets noticed for many of its products----especially our Log Cabin Mailbox that was featured in Reader's Digest and at PeeWee Herman's blog.
Wow!!! Just got the most wonderful call from my brother!!! He absolutely loves his gift and said he has always wanted one. Thank you!!! (The brother had lost his young wife a year ago.)
And people have paid money for my mini bird house ornaments and wood Christmas blocks!
Perhaps a book deal will happen sometime in the future . . . Perhaps not . . .
Right now I'm grateful. I'm thankful knowing that this business is what God has called us to do. A husband-wife team of working every day together is not an easy feat and Carl and I have had our struggles. But even in the midst of communication that goes sideways or sheer stress due to machines that need parts that aren't readily available or spending four hours packaging and mailing out orders (13 of them came in just yesterday; we mailed out 31 last week), there is a deep sense of fulfillment.
Best of all, I see that God is doing a work in my heart. Surrounded by machines and tools, God's voice speaks to me about love, patience, humility, and forgiveness. As I work with pine and birch, I learn the need to pay attention to detail. Along with the wood, I'm being crafted into whatever this is God has for me now.
There is nothing like doing what you're supposed to be doing.
Have faith. Trust. In His time, He reveals what He has for us, especially as we enter seasons of new beginnings.
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