Writing

Writing, to me, has always been an outlet. My high school English teacher so wisely, placed this tool in my toolbox. She also helped me find that I had a passion for writing. Who knew that English 11/12 would still be an influence on me 20 years later?

Fast forward, in time, a husband, two boys, the acceptance of and invitation for Jesus Christ to be my Lord and Savior, a deep depression, lots of counseling, tears, prayers, growth, and acceptance of who I am, I attended a Women’s retreat.

The retreat was life changing. It deepened my walk with God, and changed my writing. In the beginning I wrote for myself, and I wrote with my husband and boys in mind.

During the retreat, we were given 30 minutes to find a quiet place, where there were no other people, be silent, and invite God to speak to us in whatever way he chose. In that silent 30 minutes, God whispered that He wants me to write my story.

I have started many journals and notebooks, with the intent of it being “my story”. None have felt right, and I end up abandoning them. I get frustrated and I question if God really wants me to write, I’m not a real writer, it’s just something I do. How could I possibly write my story, what would it say…and how in the world could my story be bring glory to God?

That question, I still struggle with. I don’t have the answer, but I do know that the calling to write my story has not changed, and it’s not up to me to write a perfect manuscript, but it is my charge to be obedient to what God has asked of me.