One of the joys in my life is my nieces and nephews. An added joy is their love of books. This year, for Christmas/Birthdays, they have, almost without fail, asked me for books (I say ’almost,’ because I won’t mention the ‘unicorn that walks’ request, which bucked the trend rather).
It’s my niece’s birthday this week, and she will be receiving a Pippi Longstocking set of books. I was very delighted when she requested books I loved as a child!
The children have enjoyed books all their lives but, as they grow older, they realise that their crazy aunty, who invents songs and stories just for them, and comes up with silly jokes to make them giggle, actually, um, writes books as well.
Recently, my mum overheard a conversation between Josiah (6) and Abbie (nearly 8, see above):
J: ‘Maybe we’ll be famous because Aunty Memem (me) writes books.’
A: ‘Maybe we’re already famous because she put our names in her last book.’
(The last refers to the dedication in God’s Calling Cards.)
I thought the conversation was hilarious, and I posted it on Facebook, along with;
Not sure how to break their lack-of-fame to them!
Because ‘I’m not famous’ was my first thought.
When I stopped laughing, I pondered that conversation some more.
Maybe we’ll be famous because Aunty Memem writes books.’
Famous means well known.
Within a small sphere, perhaps I – and therefore J and A – am known. I have had, for example, the privilege of people I don’t know coming up and telling me they’ve read my book.
Alongside the size of ‘well known’ sphere of one of Josiah’s favourite children’s authors, who he recently met and probably sparked the ’fame’ conversation, I am not well known. I am unknown.
But, within that unknown, I am well known.
I venture to suggest that I am not the only person in the Association of Christian Writers who loves God.
Therefore, we are each known.
Known by God.
Famous to God.
It can be easy to become discouraged in the writing life. We spend hours working on our current project, often literally unseen as we hide away with our computer, but sometimes feeling unseen, too. The words we produce are maybe not noticed, or perhaps they are noticed but rejected.
But they don’t go unnoticed by God.
Each one is seen and known.
Famous to God.