Writers Write

Where Do Your Words Come From?

What inspires creative thoughts and ideas in your writing?

For me, poetic metaphors fuel my thinking.

Music has always been a great source of those metaphors. My favorite songs are those with poetic beauty in their lyrics; my favorite songwriters, those who can turn a phrase that lasts long after the beat stops. Lyrical lines you can picture, relate to, believe, identify with—and travel with.

I’ll give you a couple of examples.

One of my favorite songwriters is Ken Block of the band Sister Hazel. (All the band members are excellent, in my opinion—a band of poets!) In a song Ken co-wrote with his father, Al, called Out There, we find the phrase:

“Take me to sunrise from indigo.”

The song itself is a heart’s cry, a longing for companionship—for someone to share life’s journey with, to walk alongside.

But the metaphor is the beauty for me. Indigo represents the deepest, darkest, coldest part of the night or storm; sunrise represents dawn, renewed light, renewed hope, a brand-new day.

How does this inspire my writing?

I write for people who hurt. People who know all too well the indigo. People who long for sunrise.

That metaphor inspires me to prayerfully consider those I write for, to relate to them from my own nights of indigo and my own longings for new light and hope. And somewhere in that thinking, I begin discovering other expressions and other ways of conveying those things for us all.

A second example comes from the Elevation Worship song Same God, written by Chris Brown, Brandon Lake, Pat Barrett, and Steven Furtick. The song expresses dependence on divine strength to face personal, modern-day battles. Verse after verse recalls an instance in the life of a biblical figure where God showed up, “calling on the God of” Jacob, Moses, and others.

In the second verse, where “the God of David” is called upon, we find this phrase:

“I may not face Goliath, but I’ve got my own giants.”

For whatever reason, that phrase struck me deep.

I often feel as though I’m whining—and, indeed, much of the time I probably am—because my “needs” and my “suffering” pale in comparison to those of so many around me. Certainly, I’m not facing the hardships these biblical greats faced.

But that line reminds me: I rely upon the same God. And He hears me and loves me just the same.

That idea impacts my writing. In fact, just recently I wrote a piece on Numbers 13, where Caleb and the spies return to report on the Promised Land. The spies reported back in fear, essentially, There are giants there! We’d better not go!

But that’s not what Caleb saw. And that’s not what he concluded.

(Of course, I knew it could become a Big Buts post the moment I heard it.)

More specifically, it became a Pivot Post. And here’s the pivot:

Faith doesn’t deny the size of what stands before us. It remembers the size of the One who stands with us. God’s got this giant before you.

And that’s how inspiration often works for me.

A songwriter turns a phrase. A metaphor catches my attention. Something in it connects with something I’ve experienced, something I believe, or someone I’m thinking about. I carry it around awhile. Turn it over. Look at it from different directions.

Eventually, something else comes out.

For writers, inspiration comes from as many different places and sources as there are different writers.

So, what inspires you? What provides grist for your mill? (Another metaphor a man named Richard Griffin used often … that stuck.)

Pay attention to those things. They may be where your next words are waiting.

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The Ties That Bind: Stories of Love, Family, & the Legacy We Leave

We Are Family

The tension between Shari’s mother and I ratcheted up when it was time for her daughter to choose a college. Shari wanted me included in her search. Her mother didn’t. She tried to steer Shari to colleges further away from me. It really didn’t matter. We were determined that our relationship would continue no matter her final college choice. Our plans for the future always included Shari going on and finishing her education. In fact, we’d planned that when she graduated, I’d go back to school … somehow. That’s how our story would go. 

In the end, a school’s proximity to me wasn’t as much a deciding factor as affordability was—another challenge for our budding relationship. Thankfully, Shari was an honors graduate and captured much in the way of scholarships and awards to help offset those costs. 

Shari’s family did their best to let her know she was throwing away her future for me. I’d prove them wrong. I resolved—Prove it All Night would become prove it for the rest of my life.

I proposed. 

It was a joyous Shaw family gathering at my brother Dave’s house when I officially asked Shari to marry me. It became even more celebratory when Shari said ‘Yes!’ 

I’d hoped announcing our engagement would help my relationship with Shari’s mom, that she’d realize Shari and I were very serious, that our love was a forever-love, and that I was in this for the long haul, no matter where the road took us. 

It didn’t go the way I’d hoped initially.  

Our wedding was a dream come true. Well, all except for my mother’s Courthouse Cut-ups storming the dance floor in homemade ‘Legal Eagle’ costumes to lip-sync “We are Family” at the reception. I was embarrassed. But that was Mom being Mom

She’d had a front-row seat to all the drama—ours with Shari’s mom; Shari’s parents’ court battles; the tension between Shari and her father’s new wife, and so on. Always one to cut tension with laughter—wrapped around a not-so-subtle lesson—she felt We Are Family was apropos.

If nothing else, the Franklin and Henderson families got a taste of Shaw family antics. God help them! 

In the months and years to come, tensions did begin to slowly ease with my mother-in-law. Not because of the legal eagles mind you. I think she started to see more of Shari’s and my resolve to make a life together—college and … babies. Yes, nothing brought more healing to our relationship than my mother-in-law seeing how much I loved my daughter, and my seeing how much she loved her granddaughter. 

Unfortunately, things didn’t go so well with Shari’s dad’s side of the family. Although there were a few weeks of hope—a little post-marital bounce, perhaps—difficulties with Shari’s stepmother returned and amplified shortly thereafter. Eventually, she forced Shari’s dad to end their relationship.

I dare say my dear wife’s loss of her dad was even more painful than my own. He was still alive, and yet chose rather to be dead to her.   

I held her as she cried herself to sleep. Watching Shari’s dream for a reconciled family story die such a painful and so totally unnecessary a death … it’s a helpless feeling. 

Sometimes it might seem like it was planned
For you to roam empty hearted through this land,
Though the world turns you hard and cold
There's one thing, mister, that I know,
That's if you think your heart is stone
And that you're rough enough to whip this world alone,
Alone, buddy, there ain't no peace of mind
That's why I'll keep searching 'til I find,
My special one.
Two hearts are better than one;
Two hearts, girl, get the job done;
Two hearts are better than one.

The only remedy would be to move on to our new dreams, to writing our family story. Thankfully, I’d seen this done before. And I give thanks because I realized it starts out, We were our way forward.

To be continued …