In the Junior High a teacher asked each of us to write something about our childhood. I have no idea what I wrote, but I remember I received an A+ and the teacher commented on my work in the classroom. From that point on, I wanted to write.
Why? Because the teacher and class applauded or because I’d found a niche where I fit?
It took years before I wrote for others. Being a wife, mother and helping husband through Bible College took precedence. The first year of husband’s ministry my friend Von said, “Why don’t we write Christmas devotionals for the women of our church?” The idea sounded good, but we could never get together—we talked about our ideas on the phone and then with her encouragement I put together a twelve day booklet to share with women in our church, for families outside the church and our relatives.
Why did I continue to write? Is it the applause or did God give me a million words to share? I attended the 2012 “Called to Write” conference in Pittsburgh, Kansas in April. In a workshop Terry Whalin said, “I still celebrate every time I see my name in print—whether it’s a devotional, an article or another book.”
That’s me—still celebrating whether I write a blog or an editor accepts my article for Chicken Soup.
What about you? Why do you write?