By Marcia Lee Laycock
“Why don’t you ever have time for me?”
My heart stopped and I turned to my nine-year old daughter as she burst into tears. I gathered her in my arms and we talked. She had needed me when she came home from school that day, but I was glued to the computer screen, and had only given her a vague “uhuh” when she started to tell me what was on her heart.
A short time after that, a man stood up in a congregation and said, “What you are doing is good but your obsession with it is not.” I knew immediately God was speaking to me. I knew my writing had become an idol in my life. When I needed comfort, I wrote. When I was afraid, I wrote. When I was angry, I wrote. I went to my writing instead of my God.
So I prayed and God answered. "Stop writing fiction." I didn’t like that answer and I argued with Him about it. But eventually I gave in but I asked the Lord for one thing - "Please, please take away the stories that continually flow through my head." I feared I would go mad if they continued and I was not able to write them down. He answered that prayer. For over two years. No story ideas, no scenes, no characters came to mind. I continued to write devotionals and articles for a local newspaper, but no fiction.
Then one Sunday morning, after the service, I chatted with a woman about abortion. She asked, “Can you imagine what it would be like for someone to discover that his mother had tried to abort him?” I did imagine. A character began to take shape in my mind so vividly I knew God had released me to write his story. I prayed and then I wrote. That novel, One Smooth Stone, won the Best New Canadian Christian Author Award. And I wept, not just because of the award, but because of what God had taught me.
He taught me that if I am obedient to Him He will bless me in ways I could never have imagined. He taught me that a strong “no” may seem harsh but will always be given with loving intent. He taught me that He intends “to prosper (me) and not to harm (me)... to give (me) a hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29:11).
Those years of fasting from fiction changed me and changed my work. It was, in a way, a time in the wilderness that stripped away what was not good and left a clearer, truer path. The withering away of what was dead left room for the new and necessary growth.
“Stop writing fiction” was not what I wanted to hear, but it was God’s best plan.
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Marcia Lee Laycock writes from central
Alberta Canada where she is a pastor's wife and mother of three adult
daughters. She was the winner of The Best New Canadian Christian Author Award
for her novel, One Smooth Stone. The sequel, A Tumbled Stone was short listed
in The Word Awards. Marcia also has four devotional books in print and has
contributed to several anthologies. Her work has been endorsed by Sigmund
Brouwer, Janette Oke, Phil Callaway and Mark Buchanan.
Abundant
Rain, an ebook devotional for writers can be downloaded on Smashwords
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It is also now available in Journal
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Marcia Lee, I can so relate to your experience. Writing became an obsession for me as well, an idol and I did not want that at all. So my Lord and Savior so lovingly lead me into a period (well over a year) of lost enthusiasm. That's the best way I know how to describe it. I lost that drive I used to have and could go days, even weeks without doing any productive writing. That was a total switch for me. I knew I wasn't having writers block because ideas and stories were still coming and actively swirling around in my head. I just wasn't in a hot rush to write them out. I feared depression was taking over for lack of any other explanation. Then the Holy Spirit revealed to me what was happening and why. That relentless drive had hurled me into idolatry of my gift and overtook my relationship with the Giver as well as other aspects of my life. Writing had become my emotional retreat like it was for you. It swallowed up my social life too. So graciously and without too much pain my Father removed it. It's no longer an idol or obsession. I still love to write but I have a balance in my life now. I prayed for nothing to interfere with my relationship with God. He was faithful to help me when I was not able to help myself. God is truly good!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your story Marlene. God is so good! 😄
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