So, yesterday I met my second favorite, non-dead author. Donald Miller somehow miraculously came to my church. He was amazing. He sawed a woman in half. He levitated an antelope.
Okay…he didn’t do those things. But he did inspire me to start writing more. I’ve been conspicuously absent from this blog for a while. I’ve been working on seminary. I’ve been workining on one book. And now I’ve started a second. Who needs free time anyway? But I’m inspired nonetheless.
So, I met Mr. Miller after his presentation. He signed my book. Here is what I wrote to him this morning after making a complete goon of myself:
“I saw you last night at Grace Community Church. You were encouraging and inspiring. I met you backstage. You smiled warmly. You were kind and gracious. I wanted to tell you that after reading your books I feel like you are my family. I wanted to tell you that hearing you speak and reading your words feels like wraping myself in a warm blanket, straight from the dryer, made of 100% “me-too-i-know-how-you-feel.”
But all of that felt melodramatic. It stuck in my throat.
So I mumbled, “I really appreciate you” and then I ran away.
But I do. I really appreciate you.”
I realized that this is how I speak to everyone. I have so much to say, and it comes out all “ummm’s”. So please pray that God either fixes me, or just lets me write.
Thanks.
Love,
-Andy
