You matter to God

You matter to God

Saturday, August 22, 2015

From a Blog to a Book... a Journey

 Blog. I thought it was a word for a sound when something fell off! I first heard about it from my friend Jiggy.  Then my sister Che mentioned about it. They were both in the blogging world. It was a new internet platform.  I'm not much of a web person.  I had too much to do at home I can barely stay online. I got curious though.  So I checked it out, created my profile and began my journey in the blogging world. Fragments was born.

I always loved writing. I love words. I especially love and devour God's Word. It's a deep desire like an  unquenchable wild fire, blazing, burning, spreading in my soul, a passion pushing, crying out loud, insatiable. A holy discontent.  I can't just get enough of it. And so it overflows in what I write. It is what I boast about. My blog.

Blogging is exposing.  It is revealing.  It takes a great amount of courage to lay your heart open. Some will like it. Others will love it. But there will be those who will criticize and reject it. But this is all part of the call. Obedience to God's assignment over other voices is a battle. But in the end I am accountable to the audience of One, my God, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

Just like fragments creating a whole, the dream of publishing a book began to permeate inside of me. Another cry. Another fire. Another nudging. So I prayed. God whispered words. He brought me back to my life story, my testimony, fragments of His love story.

Forty. A dream of writing something about the faithfulness of God in the four decades of my life began to sprout. But somewhere along the way, it laid dormant. I felt stuck. I wanted to write and publish a book for my fortieth birthday but it didn't happen. The dream almost died. But a still small voice kept ringing. "Fortyfied," a word posted by my friend Egai who passed away after two years of that post on my facebook timeline on my fortieth birthday kept coming back to me. I began to write again. I carved time early mornings, seeking, sulking in God's presence to give me the words.  Fragments Fortyfied was formed.

The process was harder than I thought. It was a time of digging, of learning, of purging, of molding, of purifying, humbling. I doubted. I hesitated. I cringed. I stepped back. Then stepped up again. It was a battle in my  heart, in my mind. I made mistakes. I worked by myself. But God sent help through people who pushed me up like Aaron and Hur holding up Moses' hands so they would win the battle.And the book was published by God's amazing grace. He is faithful! To the Lord Jesus Christ alone be the honor and glory! 


What is the dream God has put in your heart? 

Don't give up. 

Keep going. 

Keep seeking God. 

Keep listening. 

Your story matters. 

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