Writing

Over the years many people have asked me if I ever published any of the books I wrote. Many ask me if I still write. That's because up until my late thirties I was consumed with writing.

If you consider blogging, journaling, articles and stories and poems to my children, or writing notes to friends writing, then yes, I still write. If you don't...well the answer has to be a no. I no longer write books and ironically, the book I was having the most fun writing remains unfinished...but of course saved in my computer.

What happened? Well, when at one time I felt I needed to write just as I needed the air to breathe, to sustain my life, that deep yearning has been replaced with what I feel God wants in my life.

When I finally let go of the dream I had for myself and picked up the dream God had for me, I no longer felt a void in my life. I had thought that void was there because I wasn't published, but the harder I tried and the doors keep closing, the more I thought I wanted it. When I got sick in my mid to late thirties, I had to stop writing. When my life with the Lord became more focused and I asked Him what He wanted, and I really listened and obeyed, that void disappeared and the desires of my heart changed.

Now I have another precious child. A child of my heart. One who is fortunate enough to have a mother who knows she is what God has planned for me in this season of my life. When I write for her, I know it is something God wants on paper. If He wants the rest of the world to see it, they will. I am content with that. In the meantime, blogging is also fun. This electronic journal not only allows me to empty random thoughts, but to share with others who may enjoy hearing or need to hear the same thing at that time. If not, they don't need to read it!

When our Heavenly Father created us, He knew the plans He had for us. When we listen and obey, when we look to Him and walk with Him, He will provide the desires of our hearts. The desire of our hearts become His. They become what He intended them to be. That is the only time we feel great peace and joy.

Marissa, as a creator of beauty, my painter and dancer understands this. She knows what it is like to create and love something. She gets it. What a precious jewel, a treasure she is. As much as I love her, God loves her more. More than I can imagine. Enough to die for her.

I can love Him enough to lay down the pen and listen for direction on what He would have me do next. Isn't it ironic that I felt He wanted me to start another blog?