It’s been a great week in the aftermath of the one day conference I attended last Saturday. As a writer, I love to be with other writers. They share the same passion and struggles as I do. They understand what it’s like to be up late working on a manuscript or to miss meals because you can’t get away from the computer.
Of all the professions for God to put me in, He chose a hard one. This writing thing can make you crazy. It can make you jump for joy one minute and cry the next. It’s kind of like being on a bungee cord. One minute you’re tumbling to the ground. You’re skirting death, but then it could be just one more second from springing to the heights of heaven.
Most of the time people survive these jumps, but the burden of not knowing if we will for those five seconds puts you on the edge. So too is writing. We ask ourselves will we make it, will the cord, that’s God, keep us from a free fall to doom, or will it snap and plummet us to the pit of never being published.
I believe that if we’re in God’s will and we push forward, keep making those jumps, He’ll direct us away from treacherous rocks and back into the sky of the publishing world.
Of course that means we have to strive forward. We need to keep listening to our instructors about the publishing world, learn how to tie on our harness of good grammar and remember our helmet of faith through these trying days.
Don’t forget the importance of connecting with other writers as I mentioned before. Whether you’re a Facebooker, Twitterer, Blogger make sure you’re reaching out and building relationships. Those connections can open a whole new world for you in the writing world.
So dear readers…jump.
We live in a selfish world. How often have you gone to pull into a parking space and someone zoomed in before you could? What about the speeding vehicles who just barely miss the front of your bumper as they pass you at full speed on the highway? It’s even evident in our children who fuss and fight to get what they want.
These are all good examples of the general world, but what about us Christians? We’d all like to think we’d be there when we hear the call of the Lord, right? Wouldn’t it be part of the nature engrafted to us by our Savior after salvation? Yet we are all guilty of being selfish.
Have you ever promised to do something for someone but didn’t do it? What if it was something that didn’t really matter–to you, that is? The book world us Christian writers live in can be as cut throat and full of broken dreams as the rest of the world out there. So many of us have felt the slice of an agent who promises to respond and never does. We’ve experienced those who straight out tell us our work isn’t good enough. And I’m sure many of you would agree that we’ve inflicted wounds on other Christian writers, ourselves. The reason: Selfishness.
Well, this is a call to arms. Let each of us do what we say we will do. Let’s be more kind. And, let’s work a little longer and harder for the good of others. Help those around us.
I had a writing buddy help me this weekend who didn’t have to. But what she did for me enriched my life, furthered my writing career, and directed me in a matter I could not have figured out on my own. I send many blessings her way. Even if I didn’t, God would surely see fit to reward her for her kindness.
I want to be like that for other writers. To be an encourager, to reach out to others is what we are called to do by our Savior.
Can you remember the last time you took an extra step for someone else? How about the last time someone helped you? It feels good whether you’re the giver or the receiver. Be a giver this week.
The snow has come to lay upon the ground in the most glorious of fashions. One minute rain poured from the sky, the next, huge flakes almost the size of a cracker began to land on the ground just a couple hours ago. I stood in amazement. They had to be the biggest I’d ever seen.
To some who abhor even the thought of snow I can imagine the horror at the forecast for today, but for those snow lovers like myself, it was a most wonderful addition to my afternoon.
There’s nothing like looking out onto the whitest of white yards. I can’t help but think of God when I do. The beauty of it is like the clean slate he gives us to shape and mold our talents.
Snow can be such a malleable substance, or it can turn to hard ice. Isn’t it amazing how it is so like humans? When we’re as snow, God can make igloos and snowmen, trails and sledding tracks, snowballs and beautiful white garlands on trees with us. But when we’re like ice, there’s little to be done. It takes the salt to melt or the sharp blade to cut to turn ice into anything.
I want to be as snow: washed white and ready to be used. I want to be a clean slate for God to work with. Just imagine what He can do with us writers. Think how we can be shaped to change the world with our words. Our words can be delicate as a cold flake in our palm or as powerful as an igloo wall. And we can do it all for His glory.
I hope that today, if you have the fortune of looking upon a glistening wintry scene, you’ll allow it to be a representation of who God wants you to be.