Has God ever ministered to you through something you wrote years ago and
then all but forgot about? Makes me think it wasn't me writing it in
the first place...
I have been reading over an old manuscript lately, one that I haven't picked up in years. It has been really cool to read it, because I wasn't sure what story I was supposed to be working on currently, but now I think I know. When I first wrote this story it was for National Novel-Writing Month-- my first attempt at NaNoWriMo. The journey of writing it is something I will never forget. It was consuming. I spent every spare minute at it, often scribbling notes in class and working out dialogue as I walked between classrooms. But perhaps the oddest, and coolest, part of it was that much of the time I felt it really wasn't me writing it, but rather that I was simply being used as an instrument.
The manuscript has many faults. As a writer four years more mature they stand out glaringly. But the story is good, I feel. It embodies true emotion. The pace is good, the characters interesting. Perhaps the most surprising thing, though, was when I came to parts I had completely forgotten about and discovered the dialogue I was reading was ministering to me in the place I am currently at.
When I first wrote the story, I had never gone through what my characters were experiencing. Now, I have; and I am amazed to find I don't feel the emotions untrue. Somehow, before I ever went through these experiences, God allowed me to feel those emotions. And now He is using some of that to comfort me. How good, and how amazing He is!
This experience, and getting re-acquainted with the story and the characters, has renewed my desire to share them. So for the present at least, this is the story I am going to (re) take up.
