Sorry this post is a bit late. Eric and I spent an wonderful weekend on a road trip. The weather was just awesome. Compared to the northern part of our state, spring was in full swing downstate—trees and bushes were blooming! The 80 degree weather made it perfect.
While driving home down I-65, I thought about the first time that I had decided to write a novel. Up to that point, I had tossed around the idea, dreamt of being an author, pictured myself with a series of my own books on the bookshelf, but this was the moment that I knew I was ready to sit down and start. I had stories in my head waiting to come out.
It was early December (this is some years ago) and I had just quit a very stressful job. I decided to do some stargazing out on the back deck. I just love the winter sky. The weather wasn’t too cold yet—a coat was comfortable enough. As I sat on a comfy chair, kicking my feet up on the railing, an enormous full moon rose on the eastern horizon. I was hypnotized by it. As I watched it slowly climb its way up in the eastern sky, I was overwhelmed with a feeling—a new beginning.
Just a few weeks before, I had come to a difficult decision (with the blessing of my husband) to quit my full time job. The job was extremely stressful—constantly piling more work upon the work we were already required to do—spreading us too thin. I was always mentally exhausted. I had stopped exercising and had gained weight. It wasn’t a healthy situation.
As I sat there gazing at this beautiful moon, I asked God, “Okay, what do I do now?”
A verse from the Bible came to my mind ~
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven…
~Ecclesiastes 3:1 (ASV)
|The Kankakee River from I-65 at 70 mph - Photo by Loree Huebner|
Suddenly, I just knew—there was no booming voice, no flash of light, just a gentle tickling of my spirit. I went from weeping to a smile in less than 10 seconds. God was giving my answer. It was a time to write.
I went into the house and announced my decision. Eric thought it was about time. I started writing my first novel the very next day. Many moons later…I have 4 novels written, and have started my fifth. I’ve been back to work, full time, for several years now. I write when I’m not working. There’s time for exercise and fun. I’m much happier now. It all fit together…only with God’s help.
Where were you when you decided to sit down and write your first story, novel, or article, paint your first picture, or knit your first afghan? Whatever craft you do for a living or for fun ~ Do you remember what drew you in? Do you remember that defining moment of clarity? I would love to hear your stories.
Between you, me and the gatepost,