Needless to say, I received many blank stares from those sitting around me.
This was the first time meeting of our local group of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) authors/writers. We all took turns introducing ourselves and how we started on our writing journeys. The other writers told some beautiful testimonies about working in various ministries and teaching. Not knowing me very well at that point, they expected the same kind of testimony from me and not one about Snoopy.
Hey, I have never been normal. The Good Lord didn’t create me that way. But He did see to it that I was exposed to Snoopy at a young age. It fascinated me that Snoopy sat on top of his dog house and typed out stories. If he could do it, then why couldn’t I? Well, except for sitting on top of a dog house.
From that point on, I started “making up” stories. That was the term I used for my writing as a child. But it wasn’t until I was a parent myself, that I realized that God didn’t place that desire to write into me for my own pleasure. It was and is a gift that I needed to use to not only serve Him and help to spread His word.
So respect your gift of writing. Be thankful to the Lord for it and give it back to Him every day.
“And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers; For the perfecting of the saints, for the work of the ministry, for the edifying of the body of Christ: Till we all come in the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure of the stature of the fullness of Christ:” Ephesians 4:11-13 (KJV)