Who’d a thunk I’d write what I’m currently writing

Growing up I had been a reader. I not only enjoyed reading, but storytelling. I was the little girl who won certificates for her FCAT reading and writing scores and drew pretty pictures to accompany my stories.

As I reached middle school, I continued to read, but writing became less of a hobby, and by the time I hit high school, forget about it. I took my honors writing assignments seriously and read a few books, but my obsession with guys had overshadowed many of my previous hobbies.

The only books I read my high school years were class-assigned ones, the Twilight series, and the first and second books of James Paterson’s Maximum Ride series. Yeah, I’d written several unassigned works; poems for and about my ex-boyfriend.

So why am I telling you all this? So God receives the glory for what He’s done and is currently doing.

After I surrendered my whole heart to Him on February 22nd, 2009, He not only healed me of the broken-heart my ex left me with, but He restored in me a new passion for writing.

See, although I enjoyed reading and writing, I really loved acting. After two years of relationship distractions, I finally auditioned and got accepted into the drama magnet program. I believed I’d someday become a famous actress, and that is all I desired to pursue. But after that midnight-surrendering in February, I suddenly got struck with an idea for a film, and no more than two months later, my sister and I had written a full-length screenplay, and it dawned on me: I’m not only an actress, but God is also calling me to be a writer.

Soon after, in March, I met my dream prince, the man who is now my husband. I thought our divinely-constructed meeting and relationship was so awesome I decided to write a book on it. Within a year of being married, I completed over 100,000 words.

I was in awe. Here I had believed I was solely an actress, but God had transformed me into a full-fledged writer (mind you, the book was terribly written, being that it wasn’t until after that I read five books on the craft and attended two conferences, but either way, I was now a legit writer).

Two-and-a-half years ago I was sitting in a prophetic church and while the pastor was teaching, God birthed a story in my heart: The Seven, a fantasy trilogy with seven main characters each representing one of the seven Spirits of God written of in the book of Isaiah.
I was flabbergasted. Me, write a fantasy trilogy? I kinda liked the James Paterson sci-fi, but not enough to finish the series, and the only fantasy books I’d read were from the Harry Potter series. I was not a Lord of the Rings fan (but now after re-watching them last year I totally am), I just didn’t desire reading fantasy novels, yet here was God, giving me a fantasy trilogy to write.

Knowing I was out of my league, it took me over a month to work up the courage to start writing it. But I did, and here I am two-and-a-half years later, working on book two and loving it.
I’m twenty-three-years-old, writing a young adult, high-fantasy trilogy with only the Harry Potter books tucked in my brain from when I was in middle school. Isn’t that cool? Doesn’t God get the credit for concocting such a preposterous notion?

How about you? What are you currently working on? Have any funny or ironic writing-tales you’d like to bless me with? Please feel free to share them in a comment.
Until next time, write on!

Writer, what will your legacy be?

As I was brushing my teeth, it dawned on me: through blogging, I am leading a legacy. One day my future children will be able to go back and read every single thing I’ve written online. So it got me thinking, what legacy are you leaving behind? What are your blogs about? Are they self-centered, other-centered, thing-centered, or God-centered? Or are you just all over the place? Why do you choose to write? What compels you, what inspires you, what keeps you going? Because writing isn’t for the faint of heart. It can be grueling. But if you have a divine purpose for doing it, it’s incredible.
It’s one thing to do something because you have a passion for it. It’s an entirely other thing to have a passion for God and know He’s called you and desires to use you to impact and change the lives of others for eternity. That’s passion to an almost incomprehensible degree.
My mind can barely wrap itself around the fact that God has gifted me for His divine will and purposes. Who am I, this mere dust-matter who is microscopic through the lens of this insanely vast universe, that God would mold me with a gift and then inspire me to use it to bring others to a clearer revelation of Himself, to send some divine message that will penetrate their hearts or piqué their interest in seeking Him out?
Who am I that the Master Storyteller has granted me the high honor of experiencing some of the awesome creativity that goes into the art of storytelling?
That’s the clincher: I am nothing but a sinner. It is only by His great love that I can experience anything good at all. It is only by His incredible love that I live, that I know He exists, that I write.
The Creator of the universe is my All-Consuming Fire, the light by which I am able to see and comprehend anything I think I comprehend. It is by His grace alone that I desire to write, that there is a flame in my heart called life, that motivates and compels me by His love.
So here I am, writing a legacy that I pray leaves an eternal mark in the hearts of my readers. I write for Him. I write for them.
What do you write for?