Wise words satisfy like a good meal; the right words bring satisfaction. ~Proverbs 18:20

(Photo taken at Hung, Drawn and Quartered Pub in London)

“Oh by the way,” I say in the car on the way home from dinner, “I want to go to this bookstore I heard about while we are in London.  I don’t know how to pronounce it.  It’s spelled P-e-r, oh I can’t remember.”

“Per-sef-on-ee,” declares Harrison from the back seat.

“How do you spell that?” I ask.

“P-e-r-s-e-p-h-o-n-e,” he spells.

“That’s it,” I explode in laughter. “How in the world did you know that I was trying to say that word?”

“Oh Mom, you’d be surprised how many people mispronounce that word.  It’s the name of some Greek god we learned about in school.”

So, I visit Persephone on Lambs Conduit Street in London on my expedition, the one that my son knew the name of before I could even get the words out of my mouth.  H navigates the underground for us and we wander through cobblestone streets in the drizzle with umbrella overhead and into this tiny store lit by a couple of meager lamps. 

Women holding piles of books under their arms in sacred silence as I brush the rain off my coat, wipe my shoes on the door mat.

All the books bound with dove grey covers and bookmarks that match the end papers; prints of mostly women authors neglected in the early part of the 20^th century. A noble endeavor to dedicate oneself to:  printing  words penned by those who left the world before the inheritance of acclaim or notoriety. 

What if this was your life, my life; that we might not realize the impact of what we do in our lifetime?

Would you keep doing what you are doing if no one noticed? Are we doing the things we do from conviction or self-gratification?

I tell the skinny young girl with the long blond hair and blue scarf draped around her neck how I found Persephone.  That one of my favorite authors, Kate Morton of The Forgotten Garden, shared about it in her blog.  How she and I have been corresponding and Fortnight in September is the only souvenir I want from this four- day trip to London because I am a lover of words and this store is a rare find.

She looks at me waiting.  Like there is more for me to explain. Then I realize Kate Morton is unfamiliar to her because she is an expert in these little known authors and acclaim doesn’t turn her head.

God makes us all experts of something.  That unique portal that only our life fits into just right. What is yours?

When we leave Persephone, we find Charles Dickens house and wander through before it closes for the day. Learn that Dickens wrote Great Expectations and Oliver Twist in weekly publications, readers getting one chapter at a time before holding a book in the hands.  Hmm, sounds lot like modern day blogging to me.

Sometimes what we do affects the masses and sometimes the few. I realize that most of the people that have had the greatest influence on my life are not people of great fame.  Just faithful people committed to being experts at who God created them to be.

What about you? How are you sharing the expert inside with those around you?

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