Early in my journey as a writer, when I first set out to pursue my dream of becoming an author, I dug out an old box that my mom had saved from my high school years. At the bottom, buried under dried prom and homecoming flowers, my graduation cap and gown, and pictures upon pictures of high school memories, I found essays, writing assignments, and poems I had written as a teenager.
I pored over my old writings, reading and remembering… and realizing the passion I had for words, even back then.
Inside a poetry binder that I’d turned in as an assignment for one of my English classes, I found a note from my teacher, Mrs. Wilson. It was written on several post-its, stuck together from the top of the page to the bottom, and had a list of compliments about my poetry (she was sweet; I think she said something nice about every poem I included in the binder).
And at the end of her note, she’d written something I’d completely forgotten about:
“You are a gifted writer, Genny. You should pursue writing or journalism as a career.”
I stopped and looked at those two sentences, written in her tiny, black cursive, and, slowly, the memory came back to me… how I felt when I got that binder back with an A+ and those words of encouragement. I remembered being proud and hopeful, like someone had looked inside my heart and seen something I could make a difference with, something in me that was special and good.
As I remembered, I also felt a pang of sadness.
How was it that I’d completely forgotten about her note? How did I tuck that away, along with my passion for writing, and lose sight of it for so many years?
Even though her encouragement stirred something in me back then as a teenager, life happened, and somehow I lost my voice for a while, and my passion for writing.
I thought about how much time had passed since I wrote those poems. And doubts crept into my mind…
Was it too late for me to be setting out on this journey of writing? Why hadn’t I listened to my teacher and pursued writing in college and as a career? Why did I go on such a different path and waste time?
But the doubts didn’t last long.
Because that note didn’t just remind me of those sweet words from Mrs. Wilson; it validated the pull I was feeling to write, even though it meant a new path and stepping out into the unknown. It validated the passion God had given me for words: this calling I felt wasn’t a whim. It was a desire I’d been given, even as a child.
So I continued to pursue my dream of writing books. And though the journey has had its share of challenges, I’ve seen clearly that this is the path God had for me all along (it just took me a while to find my way).
When God places a call on your life, He equips you for what He’s calling you to do, even if you feel uncertain about the path ahead, or success seems far away. Think about what you loved to do as a child; have you quieted those passions or are they still burning inside? Listen to that tug on your heart. Note the encouraging words from others that affirm your gifts. And follow that calling that He has on your life.
It’s never too late to pursue your dreams, whatever they may be. (<====Click to Tweet)
He who started that good work in you will be faithful to complete it.
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus. –Philippians 1:6
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. –Hebrews 12:1-2 NIV
Shared By: Genny Heikka