Say Hello To My Little…Forge
Over four years ago, I wrote about the possibility of us buying our next-door neighbor’s home and the little shed that came with it. It was a long-time dream of ours to turn that shed into a little office for me. A writer’s hut. That dream is coming true. The little building was once a well-house, but has been used as a garden shed for decades.
(I wish I could locate a true “before” picture. The porch was rotting and the roof was collapsing. The inside was a mess.)
We’re so excited that it’s finally done and I’m eager to get in there and work.
We asked for help naming the building and our friend (the poet) Chris Yokel chimed right in with an unbeatable name. The Forge. A place where a Smith does his work. It was perfect. Thanks, Chris.
I hope the Forge is a foundry for new stories with an old soul. I hope it’s a place where tales are spun, tellings that spin out to find a place in the hearts of readers all over the world. I’m asking God to give me grace and courage to do good work in my little forge. Will you pray for me?
I’ll update you with pictures once it becomes operational, but for now it’s a blank canvas. I’m excited about what it will become, but far more so about what will come out of it.