Saturday mornings. Ah, remember when we were kids and there were actual Saturday morning cartoons? As Diane says, “Good times.”
O.k. I digress. My Sister in Christ and in writing, Kat, started a great discussion. I’m sure you’ve read and perhaps even commented.
I originally commented on Diane’s post about faith. I tend to ramble so I hope this makes sense. I hope there is some semblance of plot.
Almost two years ago, I was working as machine shop quality control inspector. Also I was an NC Machinist, making 1/64th cuts into non-mag steel. At the time I worked two jobs. By day I was machine shop guy. By night, security in a hospice. I survived on 4 hours of sleep, barely. I will say though, I always felt rested. I always felt like it was enough. In order to understand a little more I should add that before all that I put in seven years in the Texas Department of Criminal Justice as a corrections officer. Things happened and events took place, fast forward back to me relocating and back to the machine shop.
And back to the double job. It was at this time that I heard Christ so very vividly. It was in my time of vigorous labor and lack of sleep, that He spoke to me clearest. As clear as day. I saw, time and again, His hand moving, His face shining on me. It was at this time that He told me: Write. I don’t recall ever questioning Him. I don’t recall ever asking, “But writing, really?” I wrote The Sad Little Robut as a gift for my wife on our 10th Anniversary and soon realized that this could be something. I envisioned him and his journey. I’ve written follow ups.
Then…and I honestly can not explain why or how the idea came to me-I saw an image. It was a girl dressed in red running hurriedly through a dense, murky wood. Breathing heavily. Murderous beasts were after her. I told my brother Jesse and left it at that. Then I kept seeing it. I kept hearing her. The story was writing itself within me. From then I saw who is probably my favorite character, Jehiel and his friends, I saw other creatures, other faces. Lines. A plot. A story. Then, the first thing I wrote for this series was the “We are in the midst of a revolt” intro. It came out of now where. Or did it? Twas God. I listened to Him. I obeyed.
So in my excitement I began researching self-publishing companies. For me it meant, “getting it out there.” It’s such a great idea, it has to be a great hit, I told myself. “God? You gave me this. I know You…or at least I seek You.” I prayed.So, I thought, I’ll go traditional. It will be big, I know it. I assure you, this “attitude” wasn’t “my idea is the greatest thing ever” sort of thing. It was me believing deeply in His promise, in His signs. In His nudges.
I’d never been more sure of anything in my life. He called me to be a writer. He showed me His word. He confirmed for me time and again. I was ready. The story was not finished yet but I was ready to bring it.
BUT, being the man, the human I am, I still doubted. So I opted for a “sure thing.” Self-publishing. He would have none of that.
One day, I was on the phone with a L. Grabb from a self-pub company. While speaking to this man, a truck , a Snap-On Tools truck passed by on the single road in front of the shop. There was a name on the truck. Tim Lowder.
My jaw dropped. I politely finished the convo and proceeded to call my wife Jennifer to tell her what had just happened.
I was overjoyed and kind of scared. I mean the fear of the Lord kinda thing. I literally closed my eyes and prayed, right there. Fast forward to right now. I am a part of this Fellowship. I very grateful one. Nothing is coincidence. Nothing. No one can convince me other wise.
The book is called The Stories because the characters within are the literal stories we all know and love from our childhood. I’ve revealed that the m/c is the little red riding hood. I still cannot believe that I actually wrote a book.
I must add-I do not mean in any way that self-publishing is lesser than traditional. NO. I only say, for me, on that day-for ME-I was told to go louder. I cannot tell Him no.
“You said, you had two cents to add to Kats post.” Yes. Johnny Bones was called to write “cheese” as I mentioned in the original post. Susie Whathaveyou was called to write Christian allegory. I was called to write The Stories:Book One-Genesis. The Stories:Book Two-The Bridge and The Stories:Book Three-Fulfillment…AND The Stories:Histories. The audience can decide what if anything they can take away from it.
I said at the inception of all this: I am a Christian who writes. Not a Christian writer.
On Facebook I met a woman who breathes Christ. Shawn, I thank you for everything. We’ll get there. He knows it.
I aim to break boundaries. Walls. I am a killer of giants. I believe in Jesus. I believe in His Word. When I was a child I would go around the house saying, “Thank You, Jesus!”. We weren’t “Christian” then. I believe I heard His calling, His voice then. But it wasn’t until I was 15 that I listened to it…and it wasn’t until I was 30 that I grabbed a hold of it. I wrote on Deviantart and Myspace. It was a hobby. Not anymore. This is who I am.
This in no way is a boasting post. It is me sharing what I call my Writing Testimony. In my short time I have learned a lot. I am a person who has always said to himself, If I don’t know it, I’m going to find out. In my short time of writing seriously I have come to know true, great Friends. I have been blessed by blessings, by prayers. I have a say. I have a voice. And it is my prayer, my hope that that voice echoes the very Voice of God.
I am a part of a collaboration. I write on two blogs. I’ve written about God, for God. Sorry but I am most blessed.
Faith in what God tells you you can do. I’ve come a long way. By His grace. By choosing to believe in something I never imagined. His sky is the limit. I share this with you all. All heart, no pomp from me to you.
I choose to love You. I choose to let You lead.
Mediocre? Not for me.
A few weeks ago, because, like many, many believers, I still needed to be “sure” I looked up Tim Lowder, Snap-On tools. I need to know how he pronounced his name. If it was lo-der…well it wouldn’t be the same. If it was Lao-der…then it was indeed, God.
Feel free to copy and paste this. There is. literally. a. video. of. him. saying. his. name. http://www1.snapon.com/franchise/owningaFranchise/militaryvideo.nws
God told me: YOU GOOD? HUH?
My father recently told me he put the metaphorical coat of many colors on me when I was a child.
God told me to write. Who am I to tell Him no?
Oh, yeah. ONE more thing. I am louder than I may look. I have always been unassuming. I aim to rock. Why?
I do not limit Christ. I can’t. As Kat said and I paraphrase: He’s going to shine wherever He wants. Everywhere.
If Joe or Suzy write what they feel God tells them to, LEAVE THEM BE.
Jesus replied, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? As for you, follow me.” John 21:22
You write different. You share your voice. You bring it. There is more. So much more.
From me because He is oh so Wonderful.
What say you?