Given some nice weather over the next week or two, I’ll soon be finished writing The Silver Trumpet (Book No. 10 of the Bell Mountain series). I’ve been at it since April, and I know that when it’s done, I’ll feel a sense of loss.
As of just a couple of weeks ago, I had no idea where the story was going, or how it was going to end. All I could do, every day I sat down to work, was ask God to give me the story that He wanted me to tell. And He did–just as He has done nine times before. He hit me with it all at once, for that matter.
The thing is, if I can and do rely on God to direct me in my work, why can’t I rely on Him to lead me in every area of life? Surely He can! Under His direction, my books have turned out very well: way better than I possibly could have done on my own. Like, maybe I’d be wise to seek His counsel in all things–yes?
It’s hard for a sinner to do that, but maybe I can learn from my own books. Maybe I can learn to be less of a fool.
Because, you lunk-head (he sez to himself), that’s what your cotton-pickin’ books have been about, all along! All ten of ’em! Seeking God’s guidance! Do you get it now? Huh?
Perhaps I’m getting there. Perhaps.
We’ve all got to get there, don’t we?