I love to write. Words and stringing them together into sentences, paragraphs, and pages gives me a great satisfaction…a feeling of accomplishment. For the past nine years, I’ve dedicated my writing time to creating fiction. Probably stemming from my love of reading great fiction. I love stories.
Lately, however, I’ve found fiction writing not as satisfying as it has been in the past. I still like to hear people say they couldn’t put down my book and ask when the next one is coming out. Actually, I think this is the reason I’ve continued to write fiction.
Sometimes we have to step away from things we do and ask the question. “Who am I doing this for?” I can say I’m doing it to share hope with others who find my stories inspiring, but truthfully, I do it because I feel I’m expected to. I feel an obligation to my readers. This is a misplaced obligation. My first obligation should be to God.
He’s been calling me to use my writing skills differently. I’ve done a lot of praying, a lot of soul searching, and I feel a strong tug to write inspirational nonfiction. This scares me a lot. It requires stepping out in faith and trust into a new venture which is out of my comfort zone. Yet the Holy Spirit has spoken to me louder and louder over the past couple of years. Sometimes I’m frozen and can’t write a word because my heart just isn’t into what I’m currently doing.
One thing I’ve learned is to listen when God calls. He’s not finished with me yet. His vision for the gift He’s given me is different from the one I’ve been pursuing. I’m going to listen and follow.
I encourage you to listen to the still, small voice which speaks to your heart. His plans are so much better than any we can make. He knew what twisted paths we would walk from the moment of our birth, and also how He would bring us back onto the path least traveled…the path He has made for us. We are called to share the Good Word and each of us is given the tools to do so.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me, for believing in me, and most of all for leading me.