The Still, Small Voice Says, “Write”
In small ways and gentle nudges, God continues to impress upon me the call to write.
God gave me the word “write” in early November. One day I was muttering to myself about how people weren’t helping more with chores around the house and I thought, once again, of how I needed a written list of what needs to be done, so I would remember what to have them do. As I pondered this (but didn’t actually make the list), God emblazoned the word “Write” on my mind. And I knew that was my word for 2019.
Step by step
I knew that my word for the year would include blogging, but I also knew it meant much more than that. “Write” encompasses all of life. It means writing chore lists, small thoughts and phrases, bits of information, and spiritual insights that I want to hold onto.
God then confirmed this word when my mother-in-law gave me a journal for Christmas. She had no idea that “write” was my word or that I was contemplating getting a journal for this year. It was a divinely-appointed gift. Unlike previous journals, I am using this one less to record what happened on a particular day and more as a place for random thoughts and insights. A place where I can write goals. A place to keep track of my thoughts about my word for the year. A place where I can start the process of a blog post using paper and pen.
I have a lot of excuses about why I’m not writing more, especially on this blog. I’m busy, I’m tired, I don’t have time, I don’t know what to say, not that many people will read it anyway, I’m hungry (this last one seems funny, but it’s one of my bigger struggles, temptations, and distractions).
Excusing the Excuses
Over the past few months God has placed nuggets of wisdom to encourage me in my writing and to confront my excuses.
As I discussed my blog with another writer, he suggested that I first hand-write my ideas and then transfer them to the computer. There is something special about putting pen to paper. My journal has helped me re-establish some of that handwritten joy.
Then came the message, “You don’t have to have everything perfectly organized and put together to do what you’re called to do.” I had been waiting. Waiting until I was better organized, until my kids were better about doing their chores without reminding, until my house was clean, until I created that meal plan, until I wasn’t so tired. But I needed the reminder that life will never be all neat and tidy. I need to write anyway.
The latest challenge came from a missionary who spoke to our church about how missionaries are asked to go to another culture, learn about the hopes and dreams of people in that culture and then explain why the gospel of Christ is better and more satisfying than any of their hopes and dreams. He ended by stating that when we give that message, we will suffer, but it’s okay, it’s part of the process.
Do What You Are Called to do
My suffering may be that I stay up late, get up early, or don’t do some dishes. With God’s grace, I can handle that. So here I am at 11:30 pm, writing. I will suffer from lack of sleep tomorrow. But it will be okay. There are worse things than being tired. Like not doing what you’re called to do.
And tomorrow, I will nap.