Don’t you love it when God brings a plan to fruition? I celebrated with Him, my family and friends as
I celebrated with Him, my family and friends as Disciples was launched on Saturday.
What did it feel like to have a fourth book released to the world? (See my publications page for the others!)
Firstly, it is humbling. As I read some of the stories aloud to the people who were there and I glanced up now and again to see their rapt faces as they listened to me, I was moved by what I was reading. Now there are times when I can write a whole load of stuff that slides off me – because I wrote it, you know, and so I deal with the emotions of the thoughts as I write – and then they are gone.
Now there are times when I can write a whole load of stuff that slides off me – because I wrote it, you know, and so I deal with the emotions of the thoughts as I write – and then they are gone.
But sometimes, it does not matter how many times I read a story I have written, it still has the power to reduce me to tears, or make me laugh. Then I know that, although it was my pen and my hand that wrote the words onto paper, what I am reading is not my story.
It is God’s story.
And the reaction of the audience testifies to that as I catch snippets of their conversations afterwards. God speaks through words that are written today, and the thought of Him using me to deliver His message in fresh ways to people brings me to my knees in wonder.
Then it is a privilege. I recently read to a group of ladies who were between 70 and 90 years of age. Many of them had tears in their eyes when they told me that it had been 60, 70, 80 years since someone had last read a story to them. The cozy, comfortable memories induced by sitting listening to someone else reading had taken them back to their childhoods, sitting on their mother’s knee, or beside her with brothers and sisters, listening as she read to them. Somehow, having a story read aloud to you touches some deep chord inside – and to be the one doing the reading and producing such joy is a privilege.
Thirdly it is an honor. To know that God has used me and brought me to a place where I can share the words He has given me with others is one of the highest awards I have ever received.
And finally, it is worship. Giving back to God the stories He has shared with me, flinging them to the wind of the Holy Spirit so that He may take them wherever He wills in the world, and watching them fly away to be sown on hard soil, exposed to birds, strangled by weeds – or to be fertilized, watered, nurtured and grown so that each story matures and bears fruit that will in turn bear seeds to fly futher still, is an act of worship.
To God be the glory! May He use these stories as He plans, and may they draw people closer to Him and enable His Kingdom to grow on earth so that it may become more like it is in heaven, day by day.