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“Mommy! Write this down for me…”
My mom says she’s always known I would someday make a career of working with words. Before I turned three I began asking her to be my scribe for my story making.
What were my stories about? Adventures. Friendships. My own experiences and experiences I hoped to one day have. As I grew older the storylines became more detailed and—if I may I say so—even more entertaining.
Writing has always been a part of my life. From my excitement as a bright-eyed third-grader producing her first “real” book for a school project to a college grad armed with a liberal arts degree taking her first stab at newspaper writing.
Pen to paper, fingertips to keyboard, non-fiction or fantasy, blogging or storytelling. Each is a beautiful release of creative energy I somehow tapped into as a child.
I call it a God-gift.
I have twenty-six letters—about a quarter of a million English words, give or take—to use to bring that glory back to Him. It’s not a small task.
But when a reader connects with the words…
When God’s presence is felt in the story—in the character—in the moment—in the thought…
That’s when I’m living out God’s calling on my life.
His child.
Only this time, I’m the scribe.
My mom says she’s always known I would someday make a career of working with words. Before I turned three I began asking her to be my scribe for my story making.
What were my stories about? Adventures. Friendships. My own experiences and experiences I hoped to one day have. As I grew older the storylines became more detailed and—if I may I say so—even more entertaining.
Writing has always been a part of my life. From my excitement as a bright-eyed third-grader producing her first “real” book for a school project to a college grad armed with a liberal arts degree taking her first stab at newspaper writing.
Pen to paper, fingertips to keyboard, non-fiction or fantasy, blogging or storytelling. Each is a beautiful release of creative energy I somehow tapped into as a child.
I call it a God-gift.
I have twenty-six letters—about a quarter of a million English words, give or take—to use to bring that glory back to Him. It’s not a small task.
But when a reader connects with the words…
When God’s presence is felt in the story—in the character—in the moment—in the thought…
That’s when I’m living out God’s calling on my life.
His child.
Only this time, I’m the scribe.
5 comments:
What a beautiful post, Annie. Your last lines gave me chill bumps (inspiration):
"...when a reader connects with the words…
When God’s presence is felt in the story—in the character—in the moment—in the thought…
That’s when I’m living out God’s calling on my life."
Oh, wow. They even make my eyes mist. You've captured EXACTLY how I feel. Thanks for an uplift this morning. May God continue to use you as you write for Him.
What a beautiful and wise post, Annie. No surprise you'd have a gift with words. God bless you.
...tapped into as a child.
Yeah! That mom was a catalyst jotting down your short stories, encouraging. Give her a hug!
Great post.
Annie, it sounds like you've found your God-given passion. :)
"When God’s presence is felt in the story—in the character—in the moment—in the thought…"
I love it, Annie. Something to strive for and pray for my own writing. This thought is now posted on my computer monitor -- attributed to you, of course--so I'll see it each time I sit down to write. Thank you and God bless you.
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