Three stories.
First, there was a man in the forest who once cut down a tree. From half the wood, he created a fire to cook his meal. From the rest, however, he made an idol. Then bowed down and worshiped it, saying “Save me, you are my god.” Read more in Isaiah 44.
Second, there once was an author in the city who wrote novels. Half his time, he created stories that honored God and warmed readers souls. But half the time, he made the novel an idol. Spent more time thinking of it than God. Prayed for it to hit the NY Times bestseller list, saying “Save me, you are my identity.”
Third is your story. May the gift of writing be a calling that doesn’t consume you. An inspiration but never your idol.
Live that story well.
