I carry my notepad from room to room. It needs Wi-Fi to breath. But when something goes array there's no amount of medical training on my part that can resuscitate it. For that reason - pen and paper must follow. They're partners. They stay together. I can't have one without the other.
Being inseparable like that reminds me of a time when my husband and I were staying at our home in Florida. Some friends of ours had family visiting with them for a week. They were inseparable. When our friends came to visit us, they brought their company with them. For their company, it was their first time in our home. Upon stepping through our front door, our friend's sister yelled, "Love it - love it - love it! My heart skipped a beat. She loved the paint colour, all the natural light, the large windows and the glorious view.
That's exactly how I feel about writing. The view from my eyes can be written down for the world to see. There's more than one word to describe everything. Emotions, colours, joy, pain, and anger. The things I touch, smell, and eat. All of this can be shown to a reader when I breath life into it.
It's true, my writing has not been read by many. But if you ask the "Google" master to find my stories, he will find a few. I'm not well-known. I haven't signed one autograph. My name hasn't been splashed across the front cover of a book in giant gold letters, like John Grisham. Still, I write. Why? Because I love it!
I've come to understand that words will always invade my head morning, noon or night. They're not on a clock. There's no schedule for them. When God hangs the moon at night, they don't sleep. That means that I don't sleep either.
My stories are not governed by time. Their governed by God, the one who inspires me to write. God breaths life into my stories. He calls me to write. And a story born.
Writing has a way of turning the bad things in my life into something good. Words transform past hurts from pain into healing, they keep the memories of lost relationships from forever fading away and the lives of those who have been called to heaven, alive in my heart.
Writing and I are inseparable.
Showing posts with label the joy of writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the joy of writing. Show all posts
February 25, 2017
June 07, 2015
A Delighted Gasp – Ramona Heikel
I can think
of two occasions when my mind was flooded with unusual inspiration, with
exceptional story ideas. Words flowed;
bright, engaging words. I wrote as much
as I could as fast as I could, and those first drafts were some of the best
work I’ve ever done. One piece was accepted
by the first publisher I sent it to and the second one—coincidentally—I am
submitting to a publisher today (fingers crossed!).
Not long
ago I found the DVD of Chariots of Fire at a thrift store and watched this great movie
again. Like Eric Liddell, I too feel
God’s pleasure when I run (although I don’t run much anymore!). The way I feel when I run fast and strong is
the same way I feel when I write with unexpected inspiration, ease and
excellence. It is one reason I am sure
that God is the one behind my love of writing and whatever talent I have.
It’s not
just the feeling when an extraordinary idea comes to me, it’s the joy—and even
laughter and tears—that come with it.
It’s the smile on my face or in my heart that remains through the whole
piece. It’s the feeling of unchallenged
confidence that this work is a precious gift I am giving to the world.
The word
“inspire” in medicine means “to draw in breath”. Perhaps I’m hearing the delighted (or amused?) gasp of a Father as he reacts to his child's writing!
I don’t
think a person can try to have these moments of feeling God’s pleasure. I'm pretty sure they are gifts, not something
earned by putting in the hours and meeting the word quotas. What makes them so moving is that they are a
surprise—they come out of no where—and all we can do is pick up pen and paper to record the words we’ve been given.
Who
knows? Maybe they come as reminders that
all of our best writing actually
comes from God’s spirit; and we tap into that spirit by choosing more often to
set aside our human inventions, techniques and advice, in favor of spending
some quiet moments drawing close to God.
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Ramona
There is
fascinating information on Wikipedia and other websites about Eric Liddell, describing his life of
Christian service, and his last days which were spent humbly doing whatever
good he could, in an internment camp in China.
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