A few years ago, I sat down to drivel a few words at a time on this virtual page. The first couple hundred posts served mainly to fan the flames of my life-long desire to write, and to write well and to write for Jesus and to write to be read.
It’s been a slow process, perhaps because I’m reticent to take many risks, but eventually, I took a few classes, polished my writing, learned how to manage a blog and as I was faithful with this tiny speck of cyberspace, God brought readers. Then, I joined FaithWriters, and through them discovered numerous outlets for these words smoldering in my heart.
Now, I write for:
Start Marriage Right (a Moody Ministries Website)
“Who am I, Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?”
I say this now with David! Indeed, who am I? My Father has taken my writing beyond my dreams – beyond the tear-splotched pages of my journals, beyond sappy poetry in birthday cards, beyond Predatory-Lies, beyond…and then given me more.
It was quiet a surprise when Vanessa Grossett contacted me after she read a fiction piece I had written and casually posted to the FaithWriter’s website. Vanessa asked me if I planned to write a book.
“Not really,” was my reply. “And if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be fiction.” It would be story of my own redemption, how God saved my life and my relationships from anorexia and has given me a beautiful future and hope.
Though she has never yet met me, Vanessa began then and there to email me regularly, asking if I would begin my book. She prodded gently and consistently, telling me that she would be my cheerleader the whole way.
Vanessa was the translator of God’s Holy Spirit who had been laying on my heart for years this need to write, to write for Jesus, to write to be read, to write for the glory of God and to share this life and hope.
“And as if this were not enough in your sight, Sovereign Lord, you have also spoken about the future of the house of your servant—and this decree, Sovereign Lord, is for a mere human!” (2 Samuel 7:18-19)
So now, here I am. The fiery words have escaped my chest and now fill pages of a manuscript that is burning my hands. Fear has raised its ugly head, but I believe that God has spoken through Vanessa and through these many editors who have validated my writing by publishing it on their ministries’ websites. He has spoken of my future, He has given me a decree, “Write.”
And so I will and so I have. I pray that very soon God will open the heart of a publisher to me so that I can share the story of His great faithfulness, His redemption, all His glory from a broader stage. In the meantime, you can the first few chapters, a teaser of Missing Peace, here on Predatory Lies.
Coveting Your Prayers and Remembering You Always in My Own, abby
P.S. This post and these links will be available in the future under the tab, “Find Me Elsewhere” at the top of this page.