Yesterday, I opened an email from a follower of this blog and a reader of my new book, The Miracle of Us: Confessions of an Online Dater. My tears of joy could not be contained as I read how this person’s life was being challenged and changed by God. In part, as a result of the book.
I’ve seen the growth. I feel proud, like a beaming mother watching her child on stage or at a sporting event. (I know this feeling well with seven children and seven grandchildren!) The joy that bursts forth in your heart to see someone live out who they were made to be can’t be described. And the blessing of being a small part of that overwhelms me.
I told my husband, “This is why I write.”
It’s not for money. Forget the hype of “New York Times Bestseller! ” Most authors make very little in comparison to the hours they put in.
Nor is it for fame. True, it’s been kind of cool to have a few people recognize me from one of two newspaper articles about the release of my book. But that is nothing but a bit of lovely fun.
To make a point? Well, I suppose that the point I try to make in all my books is that God offers us hope, healing and redemption. His love for us is beyond our comprehension, and he is able and willing to do anything to show us that.
But the bottom line reason is this:
“Thank you again for this book. I’m learning to believe in miracles and the One who works them.”
“I just finished reading your book “The Miracle of Us.” I loved it! I was in tears at times as I read the miracles that God did in your relationship with Brendan.”
“Laura’s book strengthened my faith in God’s ability to work miracles for broken people.”
“What a lovely story of love, adventure, and God’s faithfulness!”
God uses our words, gives them to us in fact, to change lives for people’s good and his glory.
I’m so stoked on that. Amazed. Humbled. Grateful.
And I’m convinced he wants to use each of us to do the same. Maybe through books, or poems, or songs, or art or your job as a postal clerk (Tina has blessed me every time I mail something, and she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it), a doctor, a mother, a sales representative…in other words, whatever you do.So, why do you write?