Hidden treasure
But God didn't forget, not for one patient minute.
He nudged me year after year—just as he may be tugging at your heart right now—whispering, "What are you waiting for, child? Open it. Open your gift." Since "every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights" (James 1:17), then you can be sure whatever gifts were tucked in your young heart came from the hand of God.
Last summer, my husband came strolling into my office, a grin stretched across his face. "Your brother called. Says he found something of yours in the attic."
When the crate from Pennsylvania arrived, I paged through The Mountain Cabin Mystery, teary-eyed and overwhelmed. I'd forgotten the story, but I remembered well the girl who wrote it—curled up on her bedroom chair, pouring her heart out on those lined pages, dreaming of the day she might write a real novel.
The Lord knew, long before I knew him, that I would become a storyteller someday. Just as I'd hidden that box in the attic for safekeeping, God had stored that dream deep inside a corner of my heart and waited for me to find it again.
"Someday" took a long while. From my first pretend novel to my first published one took—gulp!—35 years. By our measure, a lifetime. By God's reckoning, right on time.
My kids looked over my shoulder, wide-eyed, as I paged through my notebooks. "Wow, Mom. If you were an author when you were ten, why'd you wait so long to start writing stories again?"
You and I know the truth: The question isn't "Why did I wait so long?" The question is, "Why wait another minute?"
Open your gift, beloved. It's never too late for a child's dream to see the light of day.
Liz Curtis Higgs, author of 19 books, is releasing her third novel, Thorn in My Heart (WaterBrook Press), in the spring of 2003.
from ChristianityToday.com ~ hidden treasure
He nudged me year after year—just as he may be tugging at your heart right now—whispering, "What are you waiting for, child? Open it. Open your gift." Since "every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights" (James 1:17), then you can be sure whatever gifts were tucked in your young heart came from the hand of God.
Last summer, my husband came strolling into my office, a grin stretched across his face. "Your brother called. Says he found something of yours in the attic."
When the crate from Pennsylvania arrived, I paged through The Mountain Cabin Mystery, teary-eyed and overwhelmed. I'd forgotten the story, but I remembered well the girl who wrote it—curled up on her bedroom chair, pouring her heart out on those lined pages, dreaming of the day she might write a real novel.
The Lord knew, long before I knew him, that I would become a storyteller someday. Just as I'd hidden that box in the attic for safekeeping, God had stored that dream deep inside a corner of my heart and waited for me to find it again.
"Someday" took a long while. From my first pretend novel to my first published one took—gulp!—35 years. By our measure, a lifetime. By God's reckoning, right on time.
My kids looked over my shoulder, wide-eyed, as I paged through my notebooks. "Wow, Mom. If you were an author when you were ten, why'd you wait so long to start writing stories again?"
You and I know the truth: The question isn't "Why did I wait so long?" The question is, "Why wait another minute?"
Open your gift, beloved. It's never too late for a child's dream to see the light of day.
Liz Curtis Higgs, author of 19 books, is releasing her third novel, Thorn in My Heart (WaterBrook Press), in the spring of 2003.
from ChristianityToday.com ~ hidden treasure
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