I love the early mornings. Quiet. Still. Peaceful. A perfect time for writing. This morning I am thinking about the gift of writing (and words in general) and the responsibility that comes along with it. Over the course of the years, I’ve tried to get away from it. See, I know people don’t always value words, well, not until they need one that is. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve heard, “People can’t make money writing”. “It’s ok as a hobby”. “I KNOW you write, but what do you REALLY do?” “Are you writing… again?”
Writers are not always taken seriously and sometimes they are even looked upon as lazy- as someone trying to get out of “real work”. However, real writers are just the opposite. They feel a call and a responsibility to the written word- for sharing it- for giving the readers something specific. They are usually disciplined, committed, passionate… They have to be. They know in time, if they have the guts to hold on, keep perfecting their craft, and keep letting the words spill across the paper- it’ll pay off. Think about it- no writers, no books. No writers- no Presidential speeches, no movies, no TV shows, no host monologues, no plays, no internet, no instruction manuals, no greeting cards- You’ll have singers without songs.
In addition to having 20 years of working with people in crisis behind me, before me are three books (‘Wits, Wisdom, & Wendy!’, ‘Nothing But Oil‘, and ‘E.M.E.R.G.E.‘) that I’ve completed. It took discipline, hard work, commitment, sacrifice, passion, and great fortitude. I sat up late and I got up early. I endured the “Why are you at the computer again”, “Why are you not doing it this way”, “Why don’t you have something out yet”, and the “Why are you writing? People don’t buy books any more”. I’m proud of my work- what it represents and what it offers. I’ll celebrate the accomplishments, one accomplishment at a time. My words are like my kids. I’ve nurtured them. I’ve invested in them. I’ve watched them grow and expand into areas that many folks have yet to see. I poured my heart into them in hopes that they will stand on their own- stand with power and change the world one life (reader) and one word at a time.
I’m thankful for the gift to inspire hope, to challenge, to engage, to encourage, and to empower people through the written and spoken word. I’ll never minimize what God has given me. I value it and the fact that I’ve been given an awesome responsibility. My words are a powerful tool. They have stepped into places that people cannot go. They build bridges to help people get to the other side. They help rebuild people who have been torn down, disregarded, and often discarded. They can navigate through twisted thinking, areas of shame, depression, addiction, hopelessness, and helplessness. They can reach into prison cells, broken hearts, and even messed up minds.
My words are an extension of who I am and part of my legacy that will live on long after I am gone- holding within them an eternal ability to inspire and give hope. And tell me, who doesn’t need that?