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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If I'm obedient to Him He will bless me in ways I could have never imagined~ Marcia Lee Laycock (Click to Tweet)