A Part Of HIS Story: {Write It Girl}

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As a young girl, I would often sit and day dream of what I might become when I grew up.  There were many things that interested me.  I thought perhaps I would be a professional roller skater. You know the one with the sparkly dress, hair in a bun and makeup. You see, as a young girl I did roller skate competitively.  And I was good.  But my parents couldn’t afford to keep the three of us involved any longer. So sadly, that dream ended.  Then my thoughts turned to nursing.  I loved to help people.  But knowing I couldn’t afford to go to school to get a degree, and that the sight of blood made me nearly faint, that dream too had to come to an end.

In my Junior year of High School, my English teacher always give me the highest compliments about my essays.  He would tell me how creative I was, and how perhaps I should consider becoming a writer.  With the encouragement I received from Him, I had made up my mind.  I was going to be a journalist.  But I forgot that it would require more years of schooling, which I didn’t have the money for.  So I pushed that dream aside as well.

After high school I attended a local business college and become a legal secretary for the majority of my working career, before I left that high paying, high stress job to work full-time at my church.  It was hard financially to make the shift, as my income was drastically reduced, but being in God’s will, surrounded by God’s people, is a dream job in reality.

I didn’t pick up the pen much after high school.  I always loved to play with words and lived for opportunities to make other people’s paragraphs read well.   Writing lay dormant inside of me for too long.  I never realized the words that were locked up inside of me, just waiting to get out.  I never realized the depth of the richness of God that I could access through writing.

When my Pastor first began blogging about four years ago, I was intrigued.  Not knowing if anyone would ever care to read what I wrote, I took a leap and began blogging.  And I found that I enjoyed it.  I think I’m pretty good at it.  And it’s opened a huge community for me that I wouldn’t otherwise have known.

Through blogging I have come to realize that there is a well spring of information, directly from the heart of God, longing to get out.  It took blogging to help resurrect my dream of writing.  Through writing, I get to tap into a creative outlet that I never knew existed.  My writing my not be as perfect or eloquent as some, but I am humbled and privileged to have the opportunity to share God’s heart with others and help bring them just a little closer in their relationship with Him.

Writing has given me a purpose and a more active role in HIS story.  I’ve been given a lead role in this Story.  And now, with my Director by my side, I have the privilege of putting my words on the screen for all to read.  They aren’t perfect. I am sure I am lacking in correct grammar from time to time.  But I write, realizing that the more I pour out, the more He pours in.  That which I experience in God becomes the canvass that frames the words I share.

I’ve had to say goodby to some other dreams.  But this dream of writing, of sharing the Good News, this has been awakened in my heart and I am so grateful.

Liking up today with a beautiful group of women. All writers.  All longing to share His story with you!

To Be Heard: {Write It Girl}

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In just a few short months, I will celebrate four years of blogging.  Since I first began this journey, I have thought long and hard about why it is that I continue to write.  Why is it that I continue to come, allowing words hidden deep inside of my heart to grace the blank canvass of this space?

At first thought, I write to “bring Him glory”, or “to encourage the hearts of women”.  And this is true.  I want nothing from this blog but for it to glorify and honor the One who gives me the words.  Apart from Him, I can do no good thing, and I pray that this has been a good thing in my life, and in the lives of others.

It is my prayer that you are strengthened and encouraged through my words.  I do not claim to lead a perfect life.  I am scared, bruised, broken…but I have given my life as clay into the hands of the Master Potter.  As He molds and shapes my life for His glory, it is my hope that you will be drawn just a little closer.

Even though the above is true, there is another reason why I write.  And that is so that my voice would be heard.  As infants, we cry as the only form of communicating our wants and needs to those in who’s hands of protection we have been placed.  As babies, when hungry or cold, we cry.  When uncomfortable or in pain we cry.  When feeling ignored and simply wanting attention, we cry.

And so it is with this space.  There is a cry deep inside my heart to be heard.  Not in a selfish way.  But in a way that senses the ache of your own heart.  Oh that my words here would meet those cries that you have — to be filled, to be fed to be comforted, to be loved.

I pray that the Lord would use my small and insignificant offering and that through it, you would hear His voice.  Not my voice, but His ringing loud and clear here.    Yes, I write to be heard.  But to be heard so that you will hear Him more clearly!

Today, I acknowledge that I am a Writer!  How about you?