Write? Where does this come from?  I haven’t wanted to write since I read “A Room Made of Windows” by Eleanor Cameron when I was a young girl. Since then, I’ve dreaded book reports, creative writing assignments, term papers… But wait, I signed up for creative writing class, both in high school and college.  Can’t say that I relished it, but I knew my verbal skills were not as good as my math skills, so they needed improvement.  Did I really dread all those writing assignments or was it perfectionism that caused me to drag my feet on “big” assignments?  (This, if I’m honest with myself, is still quite an issue for me.) So let me rethink this writing thing…  I didn’t mind writing software documentation so much.  It was tedious work, not creative, but it did require attention to detail and a decent grasp of grammar and punctuation helped.

What about my God-given passion for sewing?  Currently, this amounts to a to-do list gathering dust and guilt in the corners of my mind and closets.  On a good day, it becomes a fantasy of a splendid sewing vacation where I will joyfully indulge myself in all things sewing related.  I would emerge from such a vacation with a couple of gorgeous, perfectly fitted garments as well as curtains for my son’s bedroom and an upholstered headboard for our master bedroom.  Not to mention a mind spinning with fresh ideas for even more projects.

Write what?  Okay, okay.  I admit that since my son was born, I’ve had passing thoughts of writing all sorts of things.  Let’s see, I’ve thought about:

  • Journaling every cute thing my child ever did or said.
  • Journaling every topic ever suggested in a Moms’ Bible study guide.
  • Creating a scrap book that contains song lyrics and Bible passages that are meaningful to me and journaling what I want my son to learn from them.
  • Writing long, thoughtful, heartfelt letters to people who are near and dear to tell them what they mean to me.  (Also a suggestion from a Moms’ Bible study.)
  • Writing letters to people like my childhood friend, a great aunt, and my first grade teacher because they don’t communicate much by e-mail and I want them to know how often I think of them.
  • Researching and relating the book “Redirecting Child Behavior” to the Bible.
  • Capturing the lessons from the various studies we’ve done in the Moms’ group.

Is this related to my previous goal of being a motivational speaker?

I’m beginning to think that this is not an answer to “What is God’s purpose for my life?”
It is not an answer to a question at all.  It is an instruction.
This is the beginning of my obedience to this instruction.

Today, August 14, 2013

Wow.  I wrote all of the above in a journal almost a year and a half ago.  God had already been whispering, “Write” into my consciousness for some time even then.

The whispers started long before I chose “What Happens When Women Say Yes to God” by Lysa TerKeurst for this summer’s Women’s Bible Study at our church.  I have only taken a few steps along this path.  Starting this blog is one of those steps.  In my next entry, I will share more about my (slow) journey with “Write” and “…Say Yes to God.”

Dear Lord,
You are a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.  Thank you.  I pray Your Holy Spirit will guide me back whenever my feet stray from Your lighted path.  And please forgive me for all the times I have not sought Your path in earnest.
In Jesus’ name I pray,

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