(It seems appropriate that I’d post this with the School of Writing creeping up. I wrote this several nights, er, early mornings, ago, and would like to share it with y’all.)
Well, apparently my brain hasn’t gotten the memo that I need to be awake in about five hours. It just keeps chattering on and on. One topic it drifted to was my writing; what I want to accomplish with it.
There’s this picture I keep feeling (I’m not surehow else to put it). It’s the kind of impact I want my writing to have:
I see a lonely teenager, sitting by themselves in their dim bedroom. Their shirtsleeve is rolled up, and all they want to do is take a blade and slice it into their skin.
But something stops them. There’s a book beside them. They pause and pick it up. Something in those pages gives them hope. Maybe it’s not even full fledged hope, but just a flicker of something different from what they now know.
Maybe it doesn’t stop them from cutting. Maybe it only delays it for five minutes. But that’s five minutes more than it would have been without those words. And maybe next time it’s ten minutes, then twenty. Maybe they decide to delve into the story, giving their wrenching souls a break. Eventually, perhaps the story will give them courage and hope to step beyond their pain or numbness and seek out getting better.
That’s my dream.
I want to give people an enthralling world to discover. Not just any world; a beneficial world, where they can discover adventures that give them clues how to live in the world around them.
I recently finished Loren Cunningham’s book, “Is That Really You, God?” It’s a narrative of his life and his work founding YWAM. It also tells the principles he learned along the way of hearing and obeying God’s voice. One example was how, when God wants to us to do something for Him, we shouldn’t wait around for all the tools to be in perfect order before starting to give God glory. For example, if we need to dig a foundation, we shouldn’t wait until every last bit of the backhoe has been assembled before we start digging with the shovel. He said that the digging needs dug, so we need to get started! (Disclaimer: don’t quote me on what kind of machinery is used for preparing foundations. And take this with a grain of salt: we also need to follow His timing and leading, not just jump into something willy-nilly.)
Tonight, as my brain kept rambling on these rabbit trails, the pieces suddenly fell together. Hey! Why should I wait to finish my books and get them published before trying to impact people with my writing? I should start now, with my blog!
The picture shifted a bit to include hope in a blog, not just a book.
Folks, so many of us need hope. Probably most of humanity. Maybe they just need a friendly reminder. Maybe they’re about to die of dehydration. But hope is so badly needed.
I have hope. Some days it shines brighter than other days, but I know Who gives hope. He’s given it to me. (It’s Jesus, in case you were wondering. And it’s not hard to get that hope, too.)
Believe me, I know what it’s like, to be lonely and to feel alone. I know how precious and valuable a marvelous story is. But can I do it? Can I jot down words to form sentences to bring hope? Is my dream presumptuous? Suppose I can do this (which I know I can with the grace of God); can I stick to it enough to take it beyond another good idea and into reality?
This is kind of daunting, posting this here for anyone to read, because anyone who reads this can now know whether I actually stick to it.
Either way, let me suggest that you find some beautiful story to enjoy. And find hope. Let hope find you.
Let’s begin my dream.