The battle is on!
My mind’s enemy is coming at me with a new weapon, and my first defense is to pull out my trusted light-saber and protect myself! But, I don’t want to face the enemy alone, because if I have learned anything over the years, it is that my enemy won’t fight fair–and I need all the help I can get.
I call for help from a couple of young men that I trust–Huckleberry Finn and Spiderman. They are filled with youthful glee as they take on the challenge to act as my allies. We move through the streets of District 12, slide under the fence and into the wilderness toward the evil castle in Transylvania.
The enemy has been coming at me with new and unfamiliar lies.
I have decided to stretch myself and my writing skills by attempting my hand at a fictional piece. The idea is filled with themes of longing and sacrifice and it has been brewing inside of me for years. In some ways, the things that I’ve always wanted to say are finally finding a voice through other people. My work so far has been to build strong characters and to get to know them for who they are. I am creating a world where they can make choices that will reflect things on my heart.
THIS IS WHERE THE ENEMY ATTACKS ME!
But, suddenly, Harry Potter jumps out from behind a tree, “Expelliarmus” he shouts, waving his Elder Wand in my defense!
I spin around and I see Cujo, his furry hide matted with blood, sweat and saliva, backing away from the young wizard’s wand. I know that I am safe for a moment, but I must move quickly.
I continue my pursuit through the wooded hills trying to learn more about the characters I am creating. But, the enemy is relentless and he whispers in my ear, “Are you really spending your free time, sitting at a keyboard making up stories about people that do not exist? Are you really giving a past to a character that will never really exist. Do you have any idea how weird that is?”
Is it weird? Am I strange? Suddenly, I lose momentum to write fiction and I feel myself retreating back to the safety of what I know and where I feel safe. I look around the dirt path which is strewn with dead leaves and pine needles. I cannot stay in this place that doesn’t really exist. I am searching for the Yellow Brick Road that will take me someplace familiar–someplace real.
Then up ahead, I see someone who I know to be authentic. He is real and He is alive in me. I run to my Savior and I tell Him of the battle I am in. I whisper to him, “I am fearful that spending my time making up fictional characters may serve no purpose in the lives of others.” He smiles at me, and I feel his smile deep in my soul.
He reminds me that He also made up stories–and He loved to tell them to his followers.
We sit together for a while and he asks me if I have time for one of His favorites. Jesus tells me a story I’ve treasured for years. He tells me the tale of a master who left his servants with talents according to their abilities. Each servant had to make a choice and take a risk with their talent. At the end of my time with the Lord, I am renewed. I am even inspired.
I gather my light-saber and I return to the path that leads to discovery. As I persevere, perhaps I will encounter Frankenstein, or even Darth Maul, but I will strive to keep my sights set on the truth of what I am attempting.
I turn to call out to the young men who have chosen to accompany me through my fictional journey, and much to my surprise, I see a few more familiar faces who believe in this cause. With the likes of Zorro, Aladdin and a cheerful pup, called Lassie, we arm ourselves for battle as we make our way through Mordor to return to the Shire.
In all seriousness, it would mean so much to me if you would PRAY FOR ME.
In many ways, as I attempt the unknown I feel like I am being thrown back into 1978 and I am once again just a 13-year-old girl wearing the wrong brand of jeans on the first day of school. Thank you my friends.