Sometimes God sees us struggling with something and He knows we need a little boost to revive us and renew our strength, so He gives us awe moments. It has taken me a long time to recognize those wonderful blessings from God, and so often I have over looked them, completely. I’m so thankful for the times, when God opens my eyes and shows me just how blessed I truly am and the significance of these precious moments.
Yesterday, God blessed me with one of those special moments. I couldn’t help but be awed at how perfectly God worked everything out, and how He gave me exactly what I needed, without me even asking. It was one of those times when my heart was filled with so much joy and love that I believed it would overflow and touch everyone around me.
In honor of Dr. Seuss Day, I had decided to go to the school and read to the kids. As I opened the magazine and flipped to the page where my story was recorded, I was humbled by the whole experience. I remembered the very first time I had told that story. It had been that very room, three years ago, when the story was nothing more than an idea floating around in my head. I remembered how it made the kids giggle and smile. It was those little faces who had given me the courage to write and then submit it for publication. What had started out as nothing more than a dream had turned into reality.
But what truly touched my heart was the kids. As I started to read the kids, one by one, got up from their seats and sat down in the floor in front of me. They surrounded me as I read them my story and then Dr. Seuss. Seeing their little smiling faces and hearing their laughter touched me in a way that I can’t even explain— it’s so much better felt than told.
It amazes me at how God can take one moment and bless it so much that it overpowers all of the other moments. All of the times my heart broke when I received a rejection letter didn’t seem to matter any longer. All of the times, I was told I would never make it as a writer, floated away. All of the tears and prayers it took to write that story and overcome my fears were no longer imperative.
As my heart filled with emotions of love, joy, and thankfulness, it occurred to me that I no longer care if I am published or not. Whether my books contain pretty binding or pictures doesn’t change the value of the words. Awards or fame could never compare or overshadow God’s blessings. Writing is about sharing something wonderful with others. It’s about opening our hearts and allowing the love to shine out.
And if we are not real careful we will allow the world to taint our dreams with its ugliness. I can’t imagine writing solely for money, anyway. In fact, it would be fine with me to just give my books away. I want to share the blessings God has bestowed upon me—my beautiful, beautiful awe moments.