Its amazing sometimes how God works. Many say His ways are mysterious. The bottom line, no matter how much we want to control every thing, we simply don’t know His plan for all of our lives. His plan is greater than any of us can fathom.
For me this hit me head on like a Mac truck (I know clique, but it’s true) when God decided to answer our prayers about healing my precious baby girl by telling us all no, that it was time to bring her home to heaven where she’ll be free from autism. He always answers our prayers we just may not like the answers.
It’s through losing my daughter that I began to write. Yeah, I wrote in my journal but that’s not the same. I had a need to write down my inner most feelings so I could then share with others. I wanted others to see how I was and the road my grief journey took me on. I couldn’t explain it at the time, but the need to do this didn’t need to be. I just did it.
I started my writing by posting what I had written on Mari’s site. Then I started to write a book about her life. Then through this experience I found out I needed to learn how to implement fiction techniques into her story to make it just that much more real in the eyes of the reader, to really place them there with us. And then it hit me. All of a sudden four different ideas for fiction novels popped into my head. I was upstairs making my bed when the idea came about a woman who gets into a car accident with her husband and two daughters. She’s the only survivor. And that night I began my first ever attempt at writing fiction.
Why do I tell you all this? Because God is the one who’s been guiding me the whole time. It’s because He gave me the ability to write that I am. I mean, think about that a moment. To finally be able to see part of His plan for my life gives me goose bumps up and down my body.
I don’t know for sure if this is what most people would say is a Holy Calling, but for me it is in that I know God has given me this gift that I can in turn use to glorify Him.