Every one of us has a gift. For a long time, I was certain my only strength was what I could squeeze out of a pen.
God has showed me that there are other things He has for me to do while on this earth. But still, forever, the pen has been a constant comfort, a relaxing release of emotion and drama that I have no problem channeling.
But I polluted the gift.
I was an idol worshiper, and the works of my hands, as the prophet says in Jeremiah, consumed me.
When God awakened me, I slowly and painfully set the idols aside and eventually allowed them to burn.
Since then, I have struggled and strained to find something of worth to write, for I love the action and what it creates, but I did not want to bring shame or tears to the Bridegroom. He has done so much for me; I cannot go back.
After a few years, it seems He has given me a new song. A new subject. A new story. To accompany my new life.
(Which He has, incidentally, turned upside down...)
In addition to my now flourishing journal entries, I think it's time to start writing fiction again.
Something pure, exciting, true.
Something that gives hope.
Perhaps it will be slightly biographical. But all good English teachers will tell you to write what you know.
So bear with me.
My prayer is that the Lord will take my pen and construct the story for me.
And my prayer is that just one person out there may be touched by a story of truth and of hope. That what my hands construct would bring glory to the One True God who has brought my life into such light. That His love and heart might flow from pen to page and outward to another's heart.
From the ashes, He has awakened this dove...
In Christ,
Sarah
(alias: Penelope Quill)
Writings coming soon... :)
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