I’m still processing Thursday night’s presentations from all these WILD women.
WILD is Women In Leadership Development. Our church has helped many women find their passion or rekindling one from years ago, the thing they were born to do. As I listened to the other 16 ladies share their project through shaky voices just like mine I realized a few things. We all want to be heard, to be seen and to be celebrated as we express the things God is stirring in our hearts. So why are we so scared, so nervous. We are afraid of not being heard, not being seen rightly, not be accepted. And that is the beautiful thing about WILD, so many negative things are being washed away from our hearts, we are seeing that others are broken yet beautiful and needed gems in our church community. And that maybe, just maybe we have more in common than we thought the first night we walked into this class.
My project that I shared last night is something that I have been running from for many, many years. I had no idea that when I signed up for WILD that I was going to run right into the very thing I was running from. Writing.
Yesterday was the re-birthday of what I have held in for so long, my love of writing. This blog is me conditioning my skills and growing in the understand of the art of the written word. So please bear with me as my grammar or punctuation my drive you crazy at times, I got to work the kinks out as I go. When I was 15 my parents took me to a Prophetic Conference they helped with every year (I was one of those kids that went to pretty much everything my Mom went to that was church related. Most of the time I did not go willingly, but God would stir my heart from time to time). This particular night this tall man in his 50’s came to me (I was scared to death. Though God would tell him all my sin and he would repeat it back to me).
He asked me this, “Do you write?” “Sometimes.” I said. “Do you wake up in the night and have to write out something God is telling you?” He asked. I stood there shocked for a few seconds, “Yes I do.” He began to tell me how I needed to keep doing this every time I felt prompted. Then He pointed at me with strength and kindness in his voice and said, “There is a book inside of you.”
Through the years many people have echoed that to me. My Father, my Mother, those close to me and those who did not know me at all.
So this blog is my starting point. I feel like a door in my soul has been opened, a fresh breeze has danced through and brought sun light along with it. Kind of like when you see in the movies a kid finds a secret room that has been frozen in time yet it is the most beautiful room they have ever seen, so beautiful they are hesitant to walk into it, but they just can’t help themselves.
Here I go friends, I have stepped in this “room” and it seems like my heart is waking up.
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