When I was younger, all I wanted was to do something significant for God.
I began writing poetry and such when I was in 8th grade. When I shared it, people told tell me “you should do something with it.”
Like what?(This was before the “anyone can start a blog” era.)
The longer I waited, the more insecure I became. I stuffed my dream to do something significant.
I worked on my writing craft, but didn’t really believe that I would accomplish anything. Not really.
I taught kids class at church, but didn’t think it prepared me in any way for my dream. Nor did I realize how significant that is on its own.
And then one day…God pushed me out of the nest and said it was time to fly. (I never would have come to this place without his nudge).
It was all His timing. All His connecting. And now, my debut novel will soon be on the shelves.
God has always had a way of taking the weak and making them strong. Making the imperfect his vessel for his purposes. Turning the impossible into reality.
This is a sweet testimony, Angela, and so typical of many of us who God has called to write. Thanks for sharing it.