I have no story. I sit here now over a year since my last book was published and there simply is no story. I have learned over the last twenty years of writing, some for others, most for myself, that I can’t write separate of inspiration. I have to be captured by a story. Then, once I’m captured I then apply a diligent heart and give a deposit every day. But today and yesterday, and the day before that there has simply been no story.
In seasons past this would frighten me. You know fear is a gripper. Fear grips our hands, grips our chests, grips the life out of others. Fear grips. And anytime I feel that gripping feeling I know fear is there. And in years past when there has been no book fear has gripped. There is no grip this time.
Maybe because me and Jesus have walked this road before. Seven years ago following my divorce He asked me to walk away to focus on one thing, healing. So, I did. For one year I didn’t write or teach. I simply journaled and healed. Little did I know those journals would become a book. See, He can be so working even in the season we think nothing is happening.
So, this time I have not gripped. I have questioned. “Got anything you want me to write?” Nothing comes. The only thing I’ve felt inspired to do is re-read my Savannah books. I have never done that. But for the last six months on my elliptical time I have reread these gifts God gave me years ago. And yet still nothing comes.
So, I continue the other things I know to do in this season. The other inspired places He leads, tugs, speaks. I am content in this place. I am productive in this place. I am grateful in this place.
Life has seasons. This has been a hard thing for a planning, devoted soul to learn. That change is okay. That God created seasons for nature and for souls. And in this season there is no story. None that I am writing that I know of anyway. Which causes me all the more intrigue to see what He will do next.
What is your season? Inspired? Quiet? Gripping? Psalm 131:2 is one of my favorite verses. “Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul. Like a weaned child at it’s mother’s’ breast is my soul quieted within me.” That is the peace that He offers. That is the peace that I need. What about you?
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