My 16th publication is due out in September; 11 novels, 1 novella (released in two different books), a long short story, and two repackaged compilations. I have been given a few writing awards. To many people I may look successful.
But I have a secret.
I . . .
Can’t . . .
That’s right. A writer who can’t write.
Growing up in school if you would have asked me if I wanted to be a writer of any kind, I probably would have laughed at you or ran away crying because I would have thought you were making fun of me. School was very hard for me. Reading and writing in particular were very challenging to the point of painful. And spelling? I still can’t spell my way out of a soaking wet paper bag to save my soul, even with spellchecker. Fortunately, my salvation is not dependent upon my spelling ability. Jesus paid the price in full (and no spelling required). 😀
If you were to make a list of characteristics of a writer growing up, I doubt that I had a one.
Good in English . . . Nope.
Liked English . . . No way.
Decent Speller (Could at least last one round in a spelling bee) . . . Only in my dreams.
Read a lot . . . read minimally only when forced.
Liked to Read . . . Hardly. It gave me a headache from struggling so hard.
So if you had asked people when I was in school what they thought I might be when I grew up, writing not only wouldn’t have been last on the list, it wouldn’t have been on the list at all.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” II Cor. 12:9
I am like a stubby little pencil. You know the kind; it’s about 1”-2” long, eraser long worn off and the end chewed, and the lead worn down to the wood. Not very useful But in the hand of the God, He can do mighty things even with this stubby little useless pencil.
I am humbled when I finish writing a book or see one in print because I know I can’t write. The God of this universe and all creation chooses to use me, a stubbly little pencil.
My challenge to you: What weakness can you give to God to use and see what He does with it?