Colored pencil Snoopy’s
Illustrations for the imaginative stories
Compiled over and over again
Told someone I wanted to be an author at no more than ten
Not sure what happened
Educated and married
A mother and worried
About all things
Until one day His angels sang
A trumpet sound
My feet planted firmly on the ground
Someone bigger than me
My God whom I chose to finally believe
Led me back
To that childhood path,
Put a pen in my hand
Write stories of all kinds is His command
Good morning, Friends.
While at the novelist retreat, I took a phenomenal class in growing in Christ through a labyrinth of questions God asks in the Bible, taught by Eva Marie Everson.
This poem poured out one day in class as we were guided to answer the questions: Where did you come from and where are you going?
I did not know God or my future as a writer and speaker when I was young drawing pictures to illustrate my stories.
God in His sovereignty knew the young girl with extremely neatly printed pros on notebook pages, fringes uncut, would return as His daughter with a purpose in His Kingdom.
Whatever gifts you have from God, use them. The more we use them, the more He blesses and strengthens us for His purposes and His glory.
“As you do not know the path of the wind or how the body is formed in a mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.
Sow your seed in the morning,
and at evening let your hands not be idle,
for you do not know which will succeed, whether this or that, or whether both will do equally well” (Ecclesiastes 11:5-6).