A few years ago, I had a conversation with my good friend and fellow writer and visionary Nacrissa Vil. I told her how draining it was trying to operate in so many different capacities–teacher, counselor, mentor, writer, minister, community organizer. She said something really profound that day. She told me that what I was trying to accomplish exclusively in all of these different areas of my life, could be done more effectively and more succinctly through writing. She reminded me that God had given me a gift, and if I spent more time nurturing that gift, it would create the room I needed to reach the many goals I had set for myself.
Writing for me is, indeed, a gift. I have been writing since I was nine years-old. Whatever I could write, I would write, poetry, songs, short stories, skits. Four years ago, God gave me the idea to share some my writings on a blog. January 2014, “Other Side of the Jordan was born”. This platform allowed me to share some of the wisdom and insight I have gained on my walk with Christ.
Since then, I have published over 40 pieces that have been viewed by thousands of people all over the world including the UK, New Zealand, South Africa, Russia, Canada, Kenya, France, Vietnam, Greece, Germany, India, Norway, Peru, the Philippines, South Korea, Trinidad and Tobago, Spain, Ireland, Turkey, and Australia. In Matthew 28, Jesus commissions his disciples to go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything He has commanded us. My writing has given me the opportunity to “go into all nations” in a way that I would have never been able to do without it. My heart leaps at the thought that someone around the corner from my house or on the other side of the world could have drawn closer to Christ after reading one of my posts.
Although I was listening to my friend and felt the power of words at the time, I didn’t really appreciate her insight until about a month ago when God began to speak to me about writing again. I felt convicted for not making the space in my life to do what I claimed I loved to do so much, to do what He had gifted me to do, and what had already proven to be such a blessing to others.
I feel re-energized in my dream of being a writer. Not just writing, but BEING a writer. Teaching through writing. Counseling through writing. Mentoring through writing. Organizing through writing. At this point, I am writing for my life. It was writing, in countless journals, that got me through some of the toughest times of my life, and now I am ready to give back to my writing what it gave me so long ago: life. Writing was my bridge over the broken pieces of me that led me back home, back to my first love, back to wholeness. I hope it will do the same for you.