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FIGHTING THE MONSTER

FIGHTING THE MONSTER

Cave and dog It seems like there are wonderful writers wherever I turn. Their books speak of fascinating characters and intriguing plots, which reach out to readers all over the world. I’m in awe of them. Their written words have filled many books. Their storytelling talents manage to keep readers glued to one spot for hours. A reader might even forsake eating and sleeping in order to devour the whole book in one sitting. What an accomplishment for those writers!

 

Cave and karen

Right now, I feel lost in a remote jungle that has thick, snakelike vines creating a tangle of my writing. And incidents in life are stealing my time left and right. I’m faltering and turning in circles. So running away and finding a deep cave to crawl into is an appealing thought. Of course, the cave must have a wonderful supply of candles and matches, a few munchies made out of dark chocolate, a notebook, and a new ink pen. And a cushion to sit on might be nice.

Cave and lights

 

Lately, many things have interfered with my writing. It’s like there is a monster gobbling my time, and winking at me. It’s enough to make me want to bolt and run.

But scurrying away and seeking seclusion is not an option right now. The monster would follow me.

He’s a relentless ogre who steals my time, shrugs in indifference, and tosses any extra minutes over his shoulder. He snickers at my struggles to juggle the petty things that interfere with my writing and laughs at the important things that come around to knock me for a loop. The monster claps his furry hands in delight when daylight hours fade away, the screen blurs before my eyes, and I’m too tired to type.

Cave and me

 

But I am a writer and storyteller. God gave me the talent and I must follow the path. What stands before me—or in my way—must step aside. As I set out to organize certain parts of my life, I need to accept the things I can’t push aside. I fully realize that my written words may never grace a bookshelf or appear as a downloaded book for someone to enjoy. But somewhere, in all the avenues of my life, there must be a superb reason that God gave me such a profound desire to write.

I try to write so that Godly truth shows in the actions of my imagined characters. They suffer what humans have endured. And if my characters come forth as a champion over affliction, it is only because in real life—God’s presence does banish monsters. Hopefully, people may see the reflections of their own lives in my books or enjoy a respite from the trails of life.

God’s forgiveness brings his people forth and sets them on solid ground, even if their feet are dirty from the bogs and swamps they have tramped through during the span of their life. God’s people should continually spread his message of hope and salvation.

I'm no monster!

I’m no monster!

 

 

Yes, the duties of the day yell loud and clear but so does my need to write.

If you’re a writer—keep tapping the keyboard or writing in that notebook. God gave you the talent. You must use it. He didn’t call you to wow the nations but to be true to the talents he gave you.

And if you’re not a writer, remember that you have a work to do. Don’t throw away your talents. Fight the monster of doubt and discouragement and go forth to use your unique gifts and abilities.

Please scroll down and leave your comments about conflicts you run into in this life. We all have them.

 

~Karen

 

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YOUR TALENTS

SMIDGENS OF TALENT LAID AT HIS FEET

How many of you have sat and listened to a preacher or motivational speaker list the gifts of the Spirit and then add fourteen or more other gifts attributed to humankind. They say some of us have only one gift. Failing to discern your gifts seems unforgivable! You listen attentively as you hear the speaker read the extensive list of gifts.

Maybe, I am different from the rest of you. I could never put a finger on my one, special gift. It made me uncomfortable to listen to the preacher talk about it, because I could not smile and say, that is my gift. I have the gift of ….

And then you sit and think—what am I to do? How do I use something I am not sure I really have? Does that make sense?

I once walked up to an evangelist after he preached a whole sermon on gifts, talents, and how to identify them … so we could appropriately use them. I asked him, “Can the ability to do little bits of lots of things be a gift? You know the saying … jack of all trades, a master of none?” He stared at me as if I was kidding, and my husband ran and hid. Then the evangelist cleared his throat and said in a very deep voice, “Well … yes, I believe so.” I guessed, from his reaction, that no one had ever ventured to ask him that profound question.

But I bet there are many people just like me, even though my husband keeps shaking his head and saying I am one of a kind.

Could your gift or talent be a big bundle of smidgens? A smidgen is a very small amount of something. But squish a bunch of smidgens together, pack them very tight, bundle the whole lot up where you can find them, and you just might have a talent.

            Go use your talents or bundle of smidgens for the Lord !  🙂 Please, scroll down and leave a comment.

 

 

 

 

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