Some Good Words
A few nights ago, sleep almost completely eluded me. I’d been fighting poison ivy for the better part of three weeks and also had made a move to a new state in the midst of it. The steroids, plus stress, finally took their toll on my rest. When I finally caught a few minutes of sleep, I drifted into an obscure dream.
In my dream I found myself at a family reunion. Everyone was there, including my grandparents on my mother’s side. At the conclusion of the event, I went into the room, where my grandparents were sitting down and resting, to tell them goodbye. When I bent down to hug my grandmother, I expected her to say “I love you.”
Instead, she leaned in to me and said very clearly: “You have some good words, and you need to let them come out.”
I was so taken aback that I turned from her and began to memorize her words as though I were storing up a treasure for another much needed time. I said her words over and over in my head, doing all that I could not to forget them. I don’t remember saying goodbye to her.
Shortly after, probably because I was trying to remember what was spoken over me, I woke up. But, the following day, I kept rehearsing those words, praying to understand what they meant.
I had been working on writing a few books for some time, but it had been months since I had added to them. I felt so dry. I must explain that I don’t want to write anything that is not authentic. I want, always, to share what God would want me to share.
The problem was that by not writing, I had slipped into the deep pit of lies and unbelief when it feels like God isn’t talking to me any more.
It’s so easy then to let distractions take priority over writing. Too quickly, I doubted that I had heard God’s call to be an author and I doubted also my desire to write for the glory of God. The dark was winning in keeping me from fulfilling my purpose.
But after this long stint of doubt and busyness with everything except writing, out of nowhere came this dream with my grandmother saying what I needed to hear: “You have some good words, and you need them to let them come out.” Again, I clung to each of the words. I felt the renewal of God’s call sweep over me. I meditated on them, and I felt their approval of my gifting.
I began to say, “Thank You” to the One who made me, who filled me with His purpose and I could write again on my blog and continue to write on my books. God’s truth prevails against lies that trick us into disbelieving God’s call. I began again to share the good words, letting them come out for His glory, and His purpose.
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Bryn Tucker is an Arkansan transplanted from her home state of Texas to the city of Fort Smith. She loves experiencing the treasures of woods, trails, rivers and lakes in the Ozarks.
Her life story of overcoming almost insurmountable obstacles would make an inspiring book in itself. She is married to Scott Tucker and they have five special children and a loved daughter in-law and son in-law.
Bryn is currently writing two other adult books, but after this numinous experience, the “good words“ to her first children’s book came to her in a poem:
Thank You Father, A Children’s Book of Gratitude was published with its bright, adorable pictures and easy words that delight pre-schoolers. You can find it at: