Running late with posting today as it is that “day” when I balance my checkbook and pay the bills. The day that sometimes has me wishing my income was just a little higher. The day when I rethink my decision to retire from writing novels. But, I never did make the “big time” with my writing. I was one of the tiny minnows in the huge sea of great big fish. I never thought of my writing as a career. It was always a ministry to me. A way to share how God can work in lives of people like me to change bad into good. To show people’s journey to letting go and letting God. To be successful at writing, one has to invest and spend time in marketing. Something I didn’t do.
But each month, God has provided the means for me to meet my obligations. He provides for my needs. My wants aren’t necessary. I don’t need to have the same things my friends and neighbors have. I need to be content with what God provides. If He had wanted me to be a successful writer, I believe He would have given me a passion to market what I wrote. Or maybe I listened to the wrong voice. I’m not sure, nor am I going to second guess now. The desire to write books is not inside me any longer. I want to write other things. Like these morning posts.
See God takes care of me. I am blessed. I have all I need. Life is good. My heart is happy. I’m enjoying where God has placed me and I want to convey this to others. To help them understand there is always hope. God loves all of us. He wants only good for us. My life will not look like other lives. But I know He loves me and will take care of me and I am looking at working for God’s Kingdom, for eternity, not for the world.