My Heart’s Desire

We picked up our daughter from her mission in New Jersey in March of 2008. One of the last things the mission president’s wife shared with the departing missionaries was a simple way to pursue their heart’s desire.

She provided little paper cut-out hearts and suggested that they write their heart’s desire inside of one. The idea was to capture and hold the desire, focus on it, and ask for the Lord’s help in receiving it.

I took several blank hearts that day but did not act. After thinking about it for several weeks, when we had returned home to Utah, I finally wrote my desire inside a yellow heart and tucked it in my old, black-covered triple combination. It was Saturday, April 5, 2008.

My heart’s desire is private, as is yours, but I’ll share a little of mine. It has to do with my writing career and providing for my family. I had a good job at that time, one of the best I’ve had, but I wanted to find something more: the path my intuition and dreams had been urging me to follow since my late teens.

I was talking to my wife about this today and I suddenly grasped something that I had not understood.

That same month, April 2008, the first scene of a novel came to me. It was something like a snapshot. It was a picture of a girl discovering her courage and hidden gifts as she stopped a man named Willy Jack from stealing a prized horse. The scene eventually became chapter 28 of Song of Falling Leaves, a New Young Adult fantasy set in contemporary Elko, Nevada. That book took six and a half years to write. I finally published it last September.

I didn’t realize until this afternoon that an important part, perhaps the most important part, of my heart’s desire has been fulfilled.

The fulfillment of a desire is often the fruit of undaunted hope, mixed with persistent imagination. Sometimes hope is a dormant seed until the dew of heaven quietly wakens it.

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