I recently moved back home to Louisiana. And in a few shorts months so much has happened. You may ask, so why am I here, writing. Well let's begin with a story. A true story.
On a late night trip to the store, I was approached by a random man. Let me pause because I am very much so married and generally do not entertain late night gas station banter with strangers. But this man started off by saying he was a leader in the ministry of a well known pastor. I thought to myself, this is an odd pickup line but listened nonetheless, and honestly even if I wanted to walk away, I could not. He went on to say that the Holy Spirit led him to tell me that I should write, that I was called to lead women and a host of clearly spiritually motivated directives. I sat and listened, fighting back tears, mouth open, eyes bucked. I'm sure my face was all types of tore up. I walked back to my car and told my husband exactly what had just transpired through a wave of tears. (I'm a crier) He comforted me, and in true hubby form, reminded me that he too had told me several times before that I should write.
I know, random, but stick with me.
This was not even the first time something like this had happened. Nor the last. Always the same message, Write. Always the same audience, Women. It became clear to me that God was giving me the direction I had so often prayed for. And though I had no idea what to write or where to start, my efforts to be obedient have lead me here. A series of seemingly random moments.
In lieu of clarity of what exactly to write, I will write what I know. My story, my life, its revelations. I'm writing because life has offered an often overwhelming amount of content in the form of trials and triumphs and though I have been deterred a time or two, I have always managed to get back up again. And oftentimes, hindsight has offered wisdom, and I would love to share that with you!
Life's troubles are real.
As often as possible, I acknowledge it.
I confront the pain, and the scars it leaves behind
I acknowledge my mistakes, shortcomings and wrongs,
And I choose not to remain mentally and spiritually enslaved by them as often as possible.
I will use the wisdom gained to allow the lessons of life to mold me as I constantly move forward.
My mistake has often been on focusing on the mistake and not the molding.
So allow me to encourage you, look for the moments of momentum in your life.
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