Five years ago, I had a story playing in my head. I wrote it down, rewrote it, again and again. It’s a Young Adult fantasy, about a Tirwine named Sa’dora. She’s part of a team that’s dedicated their lives to protecting humans.
You know how it is when you see something new, different—such as purple potatoes. I didn’t want to eat them. I knew I wouldn’t like them, but wanted to look brave. Or it’s like hopping into a helicopter for the first time, certain you’ll get sick.
I ate the purple potatoes and loved them—they’re soaked in an eggplant mixture then baked. I survived the helicopter, actually; I love riding in them—I’ve been on two outings over the islands of Oahu and Kauai. The same applies to writing. The more I write, the I more love it.
However, I want to be honest. I believe God gave me the story. He had something to say. He wants people to understand His unconditional love. You see God made each of us different. He has loved each of us from the beginning of time.
God is my inspiration, my guide, and my Savior. In my book, The Tirwine, Sa’dora not only comes to understand Lord Liffrea’s love for her in her head, but also in her heart. He reminded her that she can’t earn His love, because He gave it to her as a gift.
Who or what is your inspiration in life?