I have been writing all of my life, even before I put pen to paper.

As a child I would look out of car windows and wonder about where our destination was, who would be there and what we were there to do. Out of the picture window in the living room I would see people go by and make up stories about where they came from and where they were going.

From my imagination came big houses, whole families, and elaborate events of grandeur. I have been a great singer, traveled all over the world, swam with the dolphins, and discovered the cure for every disease, all before I went to middle school; in my mind. I have read books about trains, planes, and automobiles; seeing myself right there as the characters had their evening meal.

I have been a writer all of my life, even before I knew it.

Never seeing the progression in my life I went on to “discover” my purpose. In my quest I became a student of many things, finishing them all, but never fulfilled. After every fall there is a story of triumph. In my free time I wrote poetry and short stories puzzled as to what to do with my life. Then one day God told me to write a book. I was reluctant at first, but I was obedient. After the completion of “Blessed Through the Mess” I finally realized that I have been writing all my life.

Whatever that thing is that you have been doing all of your life, the thing that gives you the greatest joy that you do without formal training, is the gift that God put in you to do. Think back, ask God and He will reveal to you what you were created to be.