September 7, 2014 by Beth Hess
My mind has referenced the moment so very many times that I wish I could remember more of the context. But I know it was a room of church leaders. And among us, a cross. The prompting was to list an attribute of yourself that you felt God might be calling you to use for Him. And pin it to the actual cross as an offering.
At the time, these words came hurtling at me unexpectedly. Though a journal-writer since I was 16 and a journalist by profession for almost 2 decades, at the time of that event, my career path was on a different track, this blog did not exist, and long gaps filled my notebook pages.
But the moment my spirit heard the words, I knew I could say nothing else.
Jotting “I WRITE” on a 3×5 card, I tacked it to the cross with a push pin and to my heart with a prayer.
What was intended to be a quick swap out of phones turned into all three of us bringing home new devices. This unexpected turn of events found me scrolling through the ringtones, determining important things like which would could be heard from the bottom of my purse and which would NOT make me want to pull my hair out each time I heard it.
It was the one at the very end, hidden at the bottom, and almost missed, that called me out.
“Writing adventure” — a catchy, skipping tune with the sound of a scratching pencil. As if every call is a story waiting to be told.
Because maybe it is. And maybe it’s mine to tell.
Because that’s what I do.
I do, these days, define myself as a storyteller. God has taken that scribbled offering of several years ago and fashioned it into beautiful things.
Because I was willing to start using it again.
Because God doesn’t give us knickknack gifts. He doesn’t hand out blessings made to be set on shelves or talents to be pulled out only on special occasions.
He gives to us, that we may USE the gifts. And watch His kingdom math multiply it again and again and again.
Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us, let us use them. (Romans 12:6 – bolding mine)
What gift might you need to brush off and start using again?
I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading.
Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.