After three hard-hitting interviews with gracious and insightful interviews from accomplished people in the field of writing, here I am again in that reflective mode. Wondering, pensive, thoughtful. Where is this all going? Have you been there?
I want to take a minute here and mention a book. An older novel that pretty much everyone has heard of and most have read. It's a modern-day classic for "writers for God". Redeeming Love. I confess I resisted reading the book when I learned it was an historical novel, and in spite of the huge admiration I have for you authors who write them, I'm so contemporary it's pathetic. If I can avoid it, I don't read historical novels (even though Redeeming Love is fairly recent history--doesn't matter, folks). But I decided to give it a try since several people I knew had raved about it.
I started the novel at 3:30 in the afternoon and put it down at 3:30 the next morning, only because I had a Bible study to attend in a few hours and figured I better get some sleep. My husband travels once a week overnight, so it was the perfect time to read all night. When was the last time a book has done that for you? When was the last time you could feel the Lord's anointing on the pages of a story? When was the last time words came from the keyboard as if the hand of the Lord himself was typing them for you? I love those moments above all others. When I am merely the fingers employed to reveal the real Writer's voice . . . That's why I write. To tell a story He wants told. And maybe I don't do it according to the accepted norm, and I'm sure there are some rough edges and spots that need the anointing of the editor to complete the vision God has for the particular story, but if I know nothing else about myself, I know I write for God. And if no agent, editor, and publisher are willing to invest in my stories, then I will have to trust that God knows who they will bless and how because He gave them to me to tell.
Thank you, Father, for those stories you've given to me. Help me daily to trust you for everything, not just my writing done in obedience to you. Jesus, be so close to me, let me hear your whispers, feel your precious touch. Holy Spirt, I live for your anointing. When you come upon the words, they are made whole. Bless these hands, God Almighty, that they might do your bidding. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
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