Check out the featured post and read more here: https://www.ibelieve.com/devotionals/ibelieve-truth-a-devotional-for-women/can-you-see-the-small-beginnings.html
Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin” (Zechariah 4:10, NLT).
When I was 14, I felt the Lord call me to be an author. At the time, I had no idea how difficult this calling would be to pursue. I loved writing, reading, and spending my free time creating new stories in my head. Most importantly, I knew that I could share the Gospel through my pieces of work.
As I got older, however, this path to authorship became less and less clear. By the time I got to college, I’d been told that I’d never make it as a writer. I was “good, but not good enough.” God had given me this gift, but “lots of good writers existed in the world.”
Year after year, professors would ask me what I was majoring in. I would tell them, “English for AYA.” “Good,” they would reply with a smile. “But I really think you should write professionally,” they’d add. “The Lord has given you an incredible gift for words.”
“Thank you,” I’d respond, shrugging my shoulders and walking away a little less defeated than I was before. Why? Because deep down, I knew they were right. I was pursuing a career that wasn’t my calling, and it showed. Especially when I got to student teaching and burst into tears. All I wanted to do was write, but I didn’t see how.
With all the strength I could muster, I sold what felt like my soul to teaching and the government. For five years, I taught over 1,500 students English, Advanced English, Creative Writing, Bible Classes, Language Arts, you name it. And it wasn’t all bad. It was so abundantly clear to me that the Lord had placed me in these private and public school classrooms for a reason. To be a light. To share Jesus. To listen. To hear their stories. To offer a shoulder to cry on. To care.
