Prophesies had been spoken, prayers had been prayed, and guidance had been given.
I knew from a very young age that I was called to write.
Not only was writing my passion, but it was also what came most naturally to me in life. Even at the age of seven I had begun a collection of journals with my writings in them.
The gift of writing was intrinsic to my very person. God had created me with the zeal and the talent, and I wanted nothing more than to be an author for the rest of my life.
And then life happened.
I heard “You can’t make a living off of writing. That’s something you’ll have to do on the side. Get a real job during the day.”
Then when I felt God merging my call to write with my call to ministry, I was faced with even more ‘realistic’ opposition. “Ministry is hard to get into. You may have to wait until you’re a lot older.”
“The call to preach and teach is for men, isn’t it?”
“Ministry? Are you sure? That’s not easy.”
And the list goes on and on.
So, eventually I began believing these things. I couldn’t write for a living. I couldn’t use my gifts as a writer to build a ministry. I must’ve been out of my mind to think anything else.
I went to university with the intention of becoming a teacher. That would make me a reasonable paycheck, and I was good working with kids. It didn’t even take two months in college for me to realize this was not what God was calling me to do. It wasn’t right for me.
I switched my major.
Come the months preceding senior year, I was convinced I was going to go to a university in South Carolina to pursue a Masters in Teaching English as a Foreign Language. No, this wasn’t my passion, but I loved linguistics, language, and internationals so it was a reasonable choice.
But it wasn’t God’s will for me. It took a trip to Guatemala to unblock my ears to God’s voice and deafen them to the discouragement of others. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that He had called me to write.
I was going to England, and I was going to pursue a postgraduate degree in Creative Writing. This was my destiny.
Pastor Malcolm preached on using the gifts God has given to us as our worship to Him. In Exodus 26:17, in the construction of the Tabernacle, God instructs a screen to be erected through “the work of a weaver”.
The Creator had bestowed upon the created a specific talent. Only a weaver could fulfill this God-appointed assignment. His contribution to the Tabernacle was just as important and influential as any of the other artists’ work.
Whether you are a weaver, a writer, a banker, a builder, a singer you are called to use your gifts for the praise of God. No one talent is greater than another as they are all purposed for the passion and proclamation of God’s goodness. They are not for our recognition but for His fame.
We are creations of the mighty Creator, and we need to begin to silence the doubts in our heads and use what He has given us for His Kingdom. It shouldn’t take drastic measures for the voice of God to finally break through in our lives.
If He has called you and given you a passion for writing, then write. Write and write and write.
If He has called you into ministry, then serve and serve and serve.
A platform is built through daily obedience. A ministry is created through consistency. A hope is kindled in the turning of our attention to the God of the universe.