A few years ago, I heard the whisper of God. It was clear as these words on this screen. It said, I know the plans I have for you. Plans for hope and success and not harm. You can do this. Now I’m the One telling you that you can, but you have to put in some effort. A lot of effort.
So, I basically said, Yes sir! and I started writing. I had written a few things before then, mostly trying my hand at some poetry, all “spiritual”. This was the very first thing I wrote:
Many days and nights I dream…
What is to become of me?
What is to become of this?
This body, this vessel, a temporary suit I wear for Thee.
Will I live to be a hundred and one?
Will I go while I’m still young?
With music and lights is how I wish,
to be taken into your most Holy midst.
I think something in a hard rock will do
Sounds of Victory with drums and loud strings, for You?
Oh, Lord is nothing what it seems…
To be with You is to be without pain, without tears or hurt or strain. In the Light is where You are,
why does it seem so very far?
Upon reflection of this dream
I realize nothing is what it seems.
So then I go ahead and begin a day,
For your love, mercy and peace..
They will guide my way.
Thank you, Jesus.
I like it. But then again, I’m biased. I wrote more and more and each had it’s own rhythm. I found I could pick up a pen and just write something. That’s something a writer can do, right? But I left it alone for a few years. Now back to the beginning of this post. When I started writing my book I had an idea. Then, I saw the whole thing played out in front of me. I went through the first draft pretty quickly then went back and added and took away. I read through and made choices about my characters and who they were. Then I found that this was my voice. I write for them. Not about them. I’m more interested in who they are and what they are thinking and feeling than what the color of the tenth vine on the rock to the left is. For some that is important. I’m not one to disagree. I’m only stating my preference. In the end, the reader will of course make the final analysis about things.
My point is as I reflect ( the name of the poem above) occasionally about where I’ve been and where I’ve come, I see the first question I asked was, “What is to become of me?”
He heard me. He read my words. No thing happens without reason. I listened to the Voice and He reminded me of mine.
Psalm 27:13 (Amplified Bible)-What would have become of me had I not believed that I would see the Lord’s goodness in the land of the living!
Faith is just a part of the equation. Don’t waste time praying for more faith. Christ said that all we needed was faith the size of a mustard seed…and with that amount of belief we would be able to move mountains! Doesn’t that scream something beautiful about just how much He loves us and desires for us to prevail?
With just a little we can tear down walls and be killers of giants…so imagine with me if we give our ALL to Christ?
Hope is…just the beginning.
We will! Prevail! HE is the Author and Finisher.
-So then I go ahead and begin a day,
For Your love, mercy and peace..
They will guide my way.
What else can I say?
Oh, yea…Jesus loves you.