The Pinnacle of a Dream

Once upon a time, there were two little girls who loved to write stories. Each of them owned large, well-used notebooks and were often seen jotting down some inspiration or adding to an imaginative storyline. When the two little girls got together, their favorite conversation topic (when they were not discussing the latest books they had read) was their stories. The little blonde-headed girl loved to relate her latest storyline in great detail. The little brown-headed girl loved to talk about her poems and the characters she had most lately invented. Both girls were glad to have a friend who loved writing as much as they did.

One day, as the little girls were comparing their stories, one of them had an idea. “How about we both start a new story – and use the same last name for our main character – and see where it goes?”

This was an exciting idea. Both of them got to work immediately drafting characters and a setting for the story. Over the coming weeks, the girls enjoyed discussing the progressing stories. Adelaide starred in the blonde-haired girl’s story and with her servants and luxurious lifestyle, she was quite a fascinating little girl. The twins, Julia and Jonathan, starred in the brown-haired girl’s story – and with their ordinary, engaging life growing up in a family that loved surprises, they too were beloved characters.

Over the years, the fascination with the story wore off. The girls stopped discussing it so frequently. Four years later, the brown-haired girl finished her twenty-fourth and final chapter in the book and quietly put it aside. Both girls continued writing, however – and soon a veritable plethora of stories – short and long, finished and unfinished, adventurous and tame – resided in the girls’ portfolios. One girl turned more to non-fiction writing and editing; the other girl delved and immersed herself heavily into the world of fiction.

Girls turn to women… dreams become fact… the dreams we dream as little girls surface stunningly in reality. As we ponder the fact, it still seems but a dream. How did we come this far? When did we grow up? When did we obtain the power to materialize the vague, lofty dreams which were in us? We have no more ability to do so than a child – the power is solely from our Father who delights to give good gifts to His children and use us for His service. When we use our pens for His glory, we cannot help but stumble upon His success!

I was the brown-haired girl. My desires for writing and, in particular, editing, have not yet come to fruition – though they become more defined and clear day by day. This post is dedicated to her who once upon a time was the blonde-haired girl. As her first novella launches out on its maiden voyage into the wide world, I stand with her – applauding, laughing, cheering, and perhaps crying too. She is His Ready Writer – sacrificing her dreams to Him, taking up crosses, being given back dreams in ways she would have never imagined, working diligently, waiting patiently – this moment is a milestone. It is the realization and pinnacle of a dream.

Please check out Annabeth’s War – the fruit of diligence, perseverance, and patience; the pinnacle indeed of a dream.

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“With King Harold away at war, Lord Raburn has his eye on the throne. Those who dare to stand in his way fall beneath his power. All but one – a girl named Annabeth. Can a common, ordinary girl, with love for king, country, and her father, achieve the impossible? Trained by her father, a master swordsman, outlawed Annabeth has only her sword, her wits, and her disguises to keep Belterra from falling entirely into Lord Raburn’s clutches. Can she rescue her captured father and Prince Alfred? Will one girl keep the kingdom from falling?”

2 thoughts on “The Pinnacle of a Dream

  1. Pingback: Annabeth’s War « Written Rest

  2. Beautiful post, Erika. 🙂 It is so marvelous to see God fulfilling the dreams He originally gave… I am thrilled to pieces. 😀 And it is just plain exciting to watch and see as He continues to work in all of our lives. 🙂

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