Your Writing Season
by Tina Yeager
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth”
We ventured high and far in search of splendor. The promise of autumnal glory drew us to the northmost edge of the Blue Ridge Parkway. An icy front and imminent freeze warned us this weekend would likely offer the last glimpses of fall’s pageantry.
Canopied roadways wound through vibrant valleys onto peaks shedding brittle brown memories onto the pavement. A myriad of tree varieties tufted each mile. Golden boughs seemed to imbibe the late afternoon rays and radiate their glow into the world. Crimson shimmered from lush branches and made my mouth water for cranberry tarts. At unexpected intervals, juicy orange leaves burst from the woods between them. In the shadows between those showy trees, groves of evergreens waited their turn to offer life when all else had fallen dormant.
The variety amazed me and stirred my soul. Each trunk stretched heavenward from its ordained position with a unique shape and unduplicated reach. The Creator designed no two trees alike.
The Author of authors crafted us as exclusive masterpieces. Our writing purposes take root in the place he planted our work. We grow at varied speeds and burst into glory in a myriad of colors. The golden, ruddy-rich, and orangey writers announce success stories in the peak of their careers. Others linger as evergreens in the shadows, waiting for the Lord to call on them to share his fragrance when the cold world needs a fresh breath of life. Every author differs from their colleagues in the leaves of work and timing commissioned by the Word.
The divine author-arborist cultivates each writer to grow for a specific purpose. He planted me with a plan. I might burst into golden glory with a breathtaking story to inspire the masses. Or I might linger unseen while my author friends rise in a pageantry of successes. I dare not despise my role as an evergreen by envying the dogwood now in bloom. An author’s season comes according to his divine timing and design.
Father, thank you for crafting me with love and for a purpose. Please guide me to share your message of life as you intend. In your timing. Even when I cannot see the forest view of my mission, help me trust your perfect design. I praise you, Lord, for you are always good. Help me grow to align with your ways and breathe love’s fresh hope into the world with my words. Amen.
Award-winning author, speaker, and life coach, Tina hosts the Flourish-Meant podcast a YouTube channel, and the Flourish Today radio show. She serves on the marketing team for STRUCK the Series Streaming TV show and as Director of Traditional Groups with Word Weavers International. Look for her books, Beautiful Warrior (Iron Stream Media) and Upcycled: Crafted for a Purpose (Bold Vision Books). To connect with her, visit tinayeager.com.
Hi Tina! I’m an evergreen author lingering in the shadows. And sometimes I do struggle with other authors who surround me, bursting out in bloom. Thank you for sharing your thoughts for encouragement to be patient for God’s timing and waiting for our individual seasons as writers for God’s intended purposes.
I’m so blessed to hear that this devotion encouraged you, Becky! May the Lord continue to inspire your heart today.