The desire to create has always been etched in my heart. When I was a teen, it was scrapbooking with my mom (fun times!). Once I was married and had children, scrapbooking became more difficult to pull out; little hands like to make big messes. I dabbled in photography, and while that gave me an appreciation for the fine arts, it didn't fulfill my creative desire. I learned to crochet, which I love, but still something was missing. And then I started writing.
At first, I thought writing a novel consisted of the following: you sat down, researched about thirty minutes, then poured a best seller out on the pages. Um, yeah, so I know now that's not how it works. I was shocked to hear writer's spent months on research, months of cultivating the story in their mind and then, sometimes, years to write their stories.
The past several years, I have created entire stories, from start to finish, in my mind. I have even started to write several of them. But, I believe, it wasn't the right time.
"You could have been perfecting your writing all those years." You may say. And you are right. But you see, God had to work in my heart, in my life before He could allow me to find my true creative passion.
You see, I had to be molded. Disciplined. Knocked on my feet a few times. Discouraged. Depressed. Lonely. Uplifted. Joyful. Free. And maybe a little more wiser (although I admit, I am definitely in need of more wisdom!).
He waited until I was in the right place in my life to allow me to discover the joy and fulfillment of writing. Also, it was in His perfect timing.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" Ecclesiastes 3:1So, yeah. I'm working slow and steady at this writing thing. I am looking upward for His guidance and grace. I may never write a bestseller. But you know what? That's okay. Because if I write for His glory, that is all that matters.