Julie held the phone to her ear as she lied back across the bed. “It’s no use.” she said to Lisa, who was listening on the other end.
“What’s no use?” Lisa asked.
“This writing thing. I can’t get this story to work. It sounds good in my mind but it comes out so, well, stupid, and dull on the page. I feel like I couldn‘t write my way through a recipe contest today.”
Lisa was silent a few moments before offering advice. “Julie, can I ask you something?”
“Is there anything else that you want to do with your life? I mean, does, say, being a nurse, or maybe a teacher, appeal to you?”
“No.” Julie said.
“What about going back to college? Taking some computer courses. Lots of jobs in that field.”
“NO.” Julie said again, getting a little irked.
“Why do you want to write? What’s so great about it?”
“Everything.” Julie said, sitting up on the bed. “I pray about it before I write a story, and when I get an idea and I start on that keyboard, I feel like I’m flying. I mean, when I know that it’s actually pretty good, I get chill bumps.”
“What do you really hope will happen with your writing? I mean, where’s this going?” Lisa asked.
“Yes. Wildest dream.”
Julie thought. “Well, like every other author, I guess. Just to send it in, and that perfect, prayed-for-in-advance agent sees it on their desk and feels, just by touching it, that it’s different from the rest. They open it, read it, and they realize they’ve discovered the next great story. They give me a call, and I fly to New York or wherever and meet my new agent. But, come on. What are the chances of that? There are thousands of writers out there. Hundreds of stories on hundreds of desks, all waiting to be read. I’m sure at least half are really good. Even great. What are the chances of my little stories making it into actual books?”
“Julie, what do you want your books to do for people?” Lisa asked.
“I want a reader to hate putting my book down. My characters are never perfect, and I’m ashamed sometimes of how they might act, but I want to be honest about people and life, and I want to always have a story where God intervenes in someone’s life and makes it better. I want the reader to know that God can do the same in their life, too.”
“Do you have hope for your dream?”
“Well, of course, yes...I hope for it.”
“Let me read Hebrews eleven, verse one, to you. ‘Now, faith is being sure of what we hope for.’ I’ll go further. In verse six, it says that nothing...NOTHING, Julie, pleases God more than faith. Listen to what God told Joshua. ‘No man will be able to stand before you all the days of your life. I will be with you; I will not fail you or forsake you.’ Same for you and same for me. Drop to those knees, girl, and ask Him to give you favor in the eyes of the agent he has already picked out for you. Ask Him to take your writing further than even your wildest dreams, and then surrender every part of it to Him.”
Julie listened, feeling tears in her eyes now.
“Agents open doors for writers, right?” Lisa asked.
“That’s the idea.”
“Well, when you accepted Jesus, you got one heck of an agent, didn’t you? I mean, He opened the door for you and led you right in to meet His Father. He has a pretty powerful Father who’s pretty creative. Artistic, even. And guess what? He’s an author, too. Through the hands of some real regular folk he inspired, breathed life into, the greatest book in history. I’ll bet He has a special place in His heart for writers.”
Through tears, Julie laughed.
“You got adopted that day, Julie. There’s nothing He won’t do for you. Just believe.”
“Pray with me?” Julie asked.
“I’m already kneeling, girl.”
*KJV where quoted.
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