(Continuation of How I Became A Writer)

So far I had used writing to expand my very active imagination.  

I had used it to help me focus in boring classes or meetings.  

I had used it as a safe place to ventilate privately.  

I had used it publicly to be a change agent.  

I had used it to encourage and inspire others.

But I could have never foreseen what God had in mind next.  He let me write without a pen and paper.  He led me to the piano and activated my hands.

I was very close to my mother.  Even as she was in her nineties, I was not ready for her to go to heaven without me.  I grieved heavily after her death.

I had played the piano for years.  I had now been a writer for years.  But one day, in an amazing act of comfort, God gave me a new gift.  He put music and writing together.  He allowed me to be a music composer!

I was sitting at the piano, just letting my fingers drift over the keys free style.  Suddenly I “heard” in my spirit the words that were matching what I thought were random moves on the piano.  

However, nothing about that experience was random.  God gave me the words and music to a song about my mother.  “Butterfly” was the first of many songs God gave me.  I learned He writes in music!

I became the head of the church drama team.  I wrote a new script every week.  Jay and I and our friends had a ball acting them out.

Jay and I taught several Sunday School classes.  We declined the pre-written lessons.  Instead I wrote the lessons each week, according to what I felt God wanted us to teach.

Sometimes Jay would ask me on a Friday what we were teaching on Sunday.  I would say, “I don’t know yet.  God has not told me.”

That was a formative time of moving beyond writing for myself to being in training to become God’s scribe.

Sometimes after I wrote and wrote, I felt God was saying, “I’m glad you got that off your chest, but now set it aside.  You are not here to write your opinion pieces anymore.  You write what I tell you.”

And so I would try again.  One November during the Sunday School Era,  I was asked to contribute to an advent series for our church.  

It was an interesting time to be asked, since I had seemed to have lost my Christmas spirit.  Traditions had changed in our family.  Children had grown up.  Elders had died.  I was missing what we had in the past and frankly, bored with what was in the present.

However, I thought I could surely crank out one Christmas devotional. God let me do that.  But then He gave me another one and another one.  When I finally put down my pen, I had a devotional for each day of December and one for New Year’s.

Our church published them all on their website.  I was amazed.  So much love and joy flowed that year.  God gave us all a Merry Christmas.

After the series was published, some people asked if it was going to be a book.  I politely declined, but those seeds started growing.

Remember the beginning of my public writing when I needed a little push to take the plunge into publishing.  God was about to give me that push … well, not really a push.

He gave me a wonderful Gift the following Christmas.  Stay tuned to see what He gave me and the unique way He delivered it.

About carolynpriesterjones

Follower of Jesus, Seeker of Truth, Commentator on Life, Light Bearer, Water Carrier, one of God's Creations still under construction

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