The library is one of my favorite places in the world! Just thinking about the endless stories, and the amount of knowledge that can be obtained there, makes me smile like a little kid who gets her ice cream before dinner. Sometimes, when I hear we’re going to the library, I have to stop myself from jumping up and down in excitement and anticipation. Technology today allows us to read digitally, almost anywhere. I have a Kindle and it’s wonderful, but it’s not like holding a real book in your hands, flipping through the pages; and smelling the paper. If imagination had a smell, it would smell like books!
When I walk by the shelves of beautifully organized words, I can nearly hear them scream, “Read me!” I can pick up a book, open its cover; and be transported to another time and place. I can explore someone else’s mind, view life through their eyes, live their adventures; or follow their dreams with them. I have a passion for reading and it has been poured into me, drop by drop, word by word by my mother.
I have sweet memories of being younger, sitting with my mom and listening to her read aloud. Evenings were spent with Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, the classic Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan, the compelling Orphan Train Adventures as told by Joan Lowery Nixon; and many other stories. I would snuggle close to the nearest sibling, close my eyes; and let the words make pictures in my mind.
My cultivated zeal for words and reading has blossomed into an aspiration for writing. The pleasure I got from reading books as a child, like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, or Dr. Seuss’ Green Eggs and Ham, induces me to write children’s stories now that I hope will ignite similar feelings in a young one. I am inspired by the writings of Francine Rivers, Terri Blackstock, and Frank Peretti. I might contemplate writing for adults, but it will take some coaxing. I am sure of two things: I will be an author, and I’ll share the truth of God’s love with others; glorifying Him.
I want the words that I put down on paper to draw people to God I don’t want them to be wasted. When I was little, my dad would come into our room at night, pray with us and tell us a bedtime story. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to him weave his tales of faith, humor, adventure, fantasy; or every day life. I wanted to grow up to do that, too; and my parents have encouraged me all along the way. I am a story teller at heart.
I believe I know the direction God would have me go, so I am setting aside the fears of failure and rejection that I have let hold me back. I am stepping out of my comfort zone and writing a guest post, every Sunday, on this blog. No doubt, I’ll be Puddle Jumping, because I have crazy, random thoughts sometimes; but I hope you’ll follow me as I take my first steps in the write direction.Warmly, Sarah E.