I’ve wanted to write a book for years. When I was in first grade, I wrote a short story for a contest and I won. Several years ago, I went back and read the story, expecting it to be mildly phenomenal. Instead, I was surprised that it wasn’t that good at all. I basically wrote a story about a typical day in my life, some of it was true and some of it was embellished. In eighth grade, my English teacher really complimented my writing and encouraged me to start submitting articles for the town paper. Apparently, there was space to fill, since the next couple editors of the paper allowed me to submit articles periodically for the next few years.
Over the years, I have wondered what the Lord desired to do with this desire of mine to write. This blog started mostly as a way for me to process the new world of teaching high school students. Now it is a place where I reflect and share on a number of different thoughts and feelings that come up. Yet, still, I find a longing to write a book.
When I was younger, I assumed it would be a fictional novel. Since I lived on a steady diet of novels, I figured my love for them would bring about writing one of them. As time has passed, I’ve found myself wanting to write something nonfiction, but unable to quite put my finger on what it is I want to write.
This indecision is something that is familiar in my life. I need only glance around my room to see partially finished books, half-made plans, and a to-do list that goes back months. My desire to leap forward is tempered by a desire to not fail, to do the right thing at the right moment always. Yet I read the books or blogs that other people have written and while I enjoy them, I cannot help but think, I could write something like that.
I have realized that although I like to think I am not swayed by what others think, that is not the truth. Winning a contest in first grade made me interested in writing. A teacher’s compliments in eighth grade motivated me to let others read my writing. High grades and comments from a high school English teacher pushed me into college with the belief that I could write. Friends sharing my blog when I am too shy to mention it to others helped me see that maybe the Lord desired to use my thoughts to help others encounter Him. This desire to write a book will probably only be fulfilled because others push me to keep moving forward. I don’t know what it will be about, but I am hopeful that it will be something that speaks from one heart to another.
So if you have encouragement or motivation to pass along to a wannabe-author, send it on. I enjoy writing and still do it largely for my own edification, but it adds a deeper element when I see that it impacts other people, too. That knowledge makes me want to be bolder, to share my writing more, because if God can use a little vessel such as me, then I want Him to use it to the fullest capacity possible.
The Lord GOD has given me a well-trained tongue, that I might know how to speak to the weary a word that will rouse them.