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Fabulous Friday Feature: Cindy Wilson

Today I welcome my good friend, 
a Rocky Mountain kindred spirit, 
and future authoress, Cindy Wilson


Book give away today, see details below.

I met Cindy while working with her at The Writers Alley. This year she is an ACFW Genesis finalist! This dear friend is also a willing-to-take-your-call-and-help persona. She is a godly woman who has written fourteen manuscripts and who knows, with doing so well with the contest, maybe published soon. I so excited for her journey!

I asked her to tell us about her writing journey.

It Was Meant to Be


If you would have asked me ten years ago to write a post about myself or my writing journey, it would not have included the words ā€œGodā€ or ā€œright pathā€ or ā€œblessingā€ or ā€œChrist-like.ā€ I was a mom in my early twenties who loved to write and tried to live a moral life without the necessary compass. God.

I hadn’t been raised in the church, my parents didn’t go to church, and we didn’t talk about the Bible or God or even a God. And yet I loved to write and knew that something had placed that passion inside of me.

When I became a Christian at the age of twenty-five, I’d already written four novels, gotten an agent and thought I was well on my way to wowing the world with my writing skills. And it all changed in the blink of an eye.

I felt like I had to start over again. I’d never even read a Christian novel before, let alone written one. I don’t think God cared. He ignited that passion full-force this time, didn’t let  me quit, and helped me write another ten novels. Ones that moved me to tears. Ones I felt were meant to be.

Somehow it was only recently that it really dawned on me God had been shaping my writing journey before I even knew Him. Because when things got hard, He’d get me through. With an encouraging note from an agent. With the chance at a contract. With the support from a writer friend.

But those times were tough. Even recently I stumbled and thought about quitting writing for good. Or going back to secular fiction. In fact, I’d even taken serious steps to doing so. But again, God was faithful. When I’d almost given up on writing Christian fiction and believing this was where I was meant to be, God gave me a reminder. I finaled in the Genesis contest.

I don’t know where God will take me from here, but I have no doubt He’s been part of this writing journey and part of my life since the moment I was born. And it gives me pleasure to praise Him for His faithfulness because whether it’s writing or relationships or some other passion in your life, He will get you through. Even better, He’ll go through it with you and not let you down.

Now instead of just being a mom, I’m a daughter of Christ (who gets to be a mom, too). And instead of saying I’m a writer, I get to say I’m a writer of Christian fiction. And it was meant to be.


Cindy lives at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, and loves using small Colorado towns as inspiration for settings in her contemporary romances. She balances writing with raising three small girls, and working as a stay-at-home mom. She draws from her own marriage, a relationship that began when her and her husband were teenagers, to write about real relationships centered around humor, love, and God.

Cindy is a member of ACFW, and enjoys attending local meetings. She is also a 2012 Genesis finalist as well as an 2011 RWA Gotcha finalist.

www.cindywilson.com

What has God done in your life 
to encourage you to use your talents for Him?

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Comments

Cindy R. Wilson said…
Thanks for having me here, Mary. Your site is so organized and pretty, I really enjoy visiting!
Beth K. Vogt said…
Thanks for the chance to meet Cindy and for giving the shout-out about Wish You Were Here, Mary!
Heather Marsten said…
Nice to meet you. Soon the Womens' Bible Study that I belong to is going to do Beth Moore's Believing God - and one of the assignments is looking for God Stops - places where God crosses our path. I held out longer than you, not dealing with God from the age of eight until I was 48, but in retrospect, I realize God had His hand in my life. The memoir I'm writing details the abuse I received as a child and God has been showing me where He was at the time it occurred - often in surprising places. Have a blessed day.

HM at HVC dot RR dot COM
Becky Doughty said…
Mary,

I came by here from Beth's post on FB - love the way networking works when it's done right!

What a great site you have here - I'm signing up!

Enjoyed reading Cindy's story - what a lovely voice.

And a chance to win a copy of Beth's book, too? Yay!

Blessings,
Becky
Heather,
Sounds like your heart is filled with a message to help others. I am so glad you stopped by today, and hope Cindy's words gave you encouragement.
Becky,
Thank you for joining us today. I too appreciate technology, but am not as good as my young adult children. So thankful for them and for the technology I can use to contact them with.

You are entered for the drawing.
Heather Marsten said…
Hey, I do follow your site :)

Heather
Thanks, Heather
I appreciate you so much, and your note. Sorry about the mistake. Please forgive me.
Cindy R. Wilson said…
I was gone the whole weekend, so this is the first time I've been able to stop by. I enjoyed reading the comments! Thanks again, Mary!
Your welcome, and my privilege
Julia M. Reffner said…
Cindy,

Your post brought tears to my eyes. We are so blessed to have you as part of the Alley. I am so thrilled you have let God take control of your writing journey and let us vicariously follow along.

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