My Calling is Long Distance

I firmly believe that God called me to be a writer. He has made it clear time and again that I must write and I must tell the story He has given me.

And yet I question Him.

Why would God tell me to write a book, but not give me the talent to do it well? Why would God choose me when He could have chosen someone far more qualified to tell His story?

I am reminded of the movie Amadeus wherein the composer Salieri constantly compares himself to the genius of Mozart. God gave Salieri the desire to be a composer, but did not give him the talent that Mozart had. Salieri had a good career, but never achieved the greatness of Mozart.

So why did God give me the task to write but not the talent? Well, maybe He did.

God gave me the task to be a writer. It is my calling. But God never told me I would be an overnight success. Writing is a long process. Getting good at writing is a longer process. Maybe I'm in the exact place God intended me to be at this moment. Maybe I'm not done the journey. Maybe I'm just at an early stage in the process.

God gave me the inspiration. He didn't dictate the words. So now I have a rough draft. Maybe God will connect me with the right critique partners to revise this work to be great. Maybe he's using this work to make me a better writer so the next work can be successful.

I don't know God's plan. Maybe he's made me a writer so I can be the encouragement another writer needed. Maybe he made me a writer so I could become closer to him. Maybe I will never publish.

I need to trust God and keep going. He's reminded me not to quit. I need to stop beating myself up over where I am in the process. I need to keep walking the path. Even if it's a long distance to go. I need to fulfill my calling.



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