The nature of seeds is that once they’re planted, they germinate and grow.
Many years ago, my friends, Scott and Sandi (who happened to be writers and editors) were visiting from Texas. Over dinner one night, Sandi said, “You should write a children’s book about bees.”
“I don’t want to write a children’s book.”
“There’s a tremendous demand for childrens’ books.”
“I don’t know anything about writing a book.”
“We can help you,” she persisted.
“I’ll think about it.” I ended the conversation and changed the subject.
But months after my friends had returned home, that seed was germinating, and I was toying with the idea Sandi had planted. I had started beekeeping as a hobby and would often sit by the hives in the mornings watching the honeybees bring in loads of nectar and pollen. In those quiet times, the Lord talked about the bees and His kingdom while I journaled.
Over the next few months, that seed sprouted into a book: Life Lessons from the Hive. And people bought it!
Then readers began asking for another book, and the seed produced another harvest: Life Lessons from a Rescue Dog.
After two books, I thought I was done. After all, I’m a missionary, not a writer.
But soon God nudged me like Sandi had. This time He said, “Write your mission stories.”
I resisted as long as I could but lost that battle. After all, how can you argue with God and win?
So Unexptected: A God Journey became my third book.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking my writing days were over.
Nope.
A friend prophesied, “God says you’re not through writing yet.” In church the following Sunday, my pastor confirmed it, saying, “Bigger horizons bring a measure of apprehension. Don’t resist. Keep pushing the boundaries. The Kingdom is expanding, and so should you.”
Really, God? I rolled my eyes toward heaven. You see, I don’t particularly love writing. It’s hard work.
So once again, I’m staring at a computer screen and pecking out words on a keyboard. I don’t know where this will lead or whether I’m writing for me or for you, but it seems God’s still watering the seed Sandi planted.
Why do I write? There’s only one reason.
God said to.
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