So, I’m writing a second book. I just completed the workbook for The Full Armor of God as a companion to use during Bible studies, and I am waiting for that to be published. Now, onto the next one.
Today I finally wrote my first few paragraphs of my second book. I had a name picked out for the title, but that was chosen weeks ago. I just haven’t found my footing until this morning. It’s a praise that I wanted to share.
I had difficult pregnancies, and I would figuratively crawl and scrape to the day I would find out the gender of my baby so I could name him or her and feel a connection and a reason to keep fighting through the sickness. My mom even cut out a picture of a baby from a magazine and used a magnet to stick it to my refrigerator. I felt like I was in a locker room before the big game and listening to the coach telling me to fight through the pain and win one for the team. I was having my mom’s first grandchild, so she locked eyes with me and helped carry me to victory.
My title to blank pages is a very similar experience. I can gratefully say the picture on the refrigerator is taking shape, and I am starting to see what I will be working towards.
I keep looking up at God to see if I am finished with His plan for me, and I keep hearing, “No—just keep on writing.” Sigh.
I am new in this arena of sharing words and feelings to unknown eyes, and even this blog is an act of faith. Some writers have complete confidence in their place, space, and time, but I have always been a closet writer showing only my words to God and maybe a friend. Trudging forward, I am doing this out of obedience and love for my Father. We are meant to share the covered slate that has been written upon our lives over the years, and that is what I am feeling He wants me to do. That is what He wants you to do. Just keep moving forward and sharing what He has taught us.
I pray that you are listening to your Father’s voice. When we band together and follow the path He has laid out for us, then together we can move mountains for His kingdom. We may not like it, but only He can see what is coming up over the horizon. He may need your gift of speaking, writing, listening, encouraging, giving, helping, cooking, building, caring…for a time such as this. It is what God sewed inside of you since conception, and He may be calling on you this moment to use your gift to be a kingdom worker for Him. We may never know who we touch, but we always know Who is actually doing the touching.
I will write until He tells me, “You are finished.” Until then, I will keep sliding outside of my comfort zone and openly share my world—the world where God is our King and deserves the best that we have to offer. He will multiply and use your efforts far beyond your imagination. Don’t you just love God’s math? The least is the biggest and the biggest is the least. A mustard seed will do, and the smallest act of faith will be rewarded.
God Bless you on your journey. We are all in this together, right?