Find a way to do what you loved as a child

At my son’s recent field trip to a literary festival, one of the speakers said “the happiest adults are those, who find a way to do what they loved as a child.”

This caught my attention because after ten years of being a stay-at-home mom, I sent my baby to kindergarten this fall. I’m in a transition period of my life and open to possibilities of what to do next.

Yes, I love writing, and that’s where most of my drive is right now. But what did I love as a child? Building forts in the neighbor’s lilac bushes when they were in bloom, playing running bases in the front yard with my brothers, creek walking and riding bikes into town for cheese fries … none of those seem like good arrows pointing into the direction of a fruitful career.

But randomly this afternoon, I was flooded with a wonderful childhood memory, which makes me think I’m on track with my writing. I adored my silver-haired 6th grade English teacher Mrs. Obrien. She was a woman of great imagination, who brought each of us a tuppence from her annual trip to Ireland and dazzled us (or at least me) with tales of how she swam across an entire lake on vacation every summer. I also loved her dramatic re-enactments of classic literature – she was my favorite middle school teacher by far. 

More than anything, I loved how she’d have us write poetry by hand, then use colored pencils to decorate the page. I think it was my all-time favorite, most centering, even meditative, assignment in grade school.

In the past year, I’ve been surprised to find myself called to write mystical poetry. I absolutely love expressing my faith in this way and teaming it up with photography to illustrate the message – though it is hard work, it feels centering and satisfying to my soul. The creative wellspring is flowing.

BUT – I’ve been struggling to embrace this calling because I don’t think it’s a very practical thing to be doing, and I’m not very confident about sharing my work because I’m shy and prefer to be private with my faith.

The more I pray about it, the more I’m lead by God to continue writing and stretching my comfort zone by sharing it as much as possible. The writing has been a delight, the sharing a struggle.

Realizing this common thread back into my childhood regarding my love for poetry and images is reassuring somehow – at this point of stepping out on fath with my writing, it helps me trust that God created me for a purpose and this is part of it. He’s had this plan for me all along, and my job is to be obedient to His spirit like I have been for many years – this is just the next step in my journey, no big deal.

Psalm 139 13-14 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

So what about you? Do you know what God created You to do? What did you love doing as a child? Could you carve out a little time to resurrect that part of yourself soon, just to see what happened? Comment below, and I’ll lift you in prayer to live a fulfilling, joyful life doing exactly what God created you to do. We’re all in this faith journey together. 

Related Scripture

Matthew 18: 3-4 3 “Truly I tell you, He said, “unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven”

 

 

 

Unanswered prayers

While my head was bowed in despair from grief,

under the cover of darkness-

God lifted me into the journey of a lifetime.

Across a vast, deep canyon,

through still waters

He carried me

into greater beauty-

wisdom and

authenticity.

I was blind,

but now safely on the other side,

I see.

I wanted life to be easier –

now I’m grateful for unanswered prayers

and a God, who works in the pitch black night of the soul

to deliver us

into His greater glory.

 

Guidance prayer

Sometimes, life is complicated.

I can’t see far enough ahead to know-

I’m not sure, where this path leads-

or that one-

When I don’t know,

I remember: Faith is simple. 

I know who I want to follow.

I know how to call on Him with a prayer,

and I know how to listen

for His gentle whispers

in the quiet

of my soul.

Lord, guide feet as they fall to the ground.

Light paths,

open eyes …

Take hands, and

gently lead us

along the narrow pathway,

beyond our limits-

into the Light of Your Love.

Angels will light the way

He took my humble offerings

and sent angels to illuminate a path for me.

I followed the pixie dust trail of brilliance blindly,

trudging through dark swamps and wildflower valleys.

Now I’m on the mountain, attaining new heights of sanctity.

The views are so pristine they take my breath

and fill me with something more powerful.

As I continue to climb,

I send prayers like paper airplanes,

with messages of hope written onto their wings.

I want my fellow travelers to find them as consolations on their own journey.

I want you to know it’s enough to pray

without ceasing.

Have mercy on others, be kind and forgive …

keep doing all the simple holy things that got you this far,

and never quit.

Do your best to follow the Lord, and

take one step into the light at a time.

He really does pave glorious roads to freedom

out of our tiniest sincere offerings.

I can’t wait to see you at the top.

mountain view

The hard part

Did you notice how violently the tractor pulverizes the soil before planting?

Before they can ever dream of feeding people,

seeds need a soft place to grow.

We want to nourish others with God’s love,

but we aren’t willing to be treated like He was.

It’s all part of the process.

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The illuminated path

I may never know, whose prayers first lit

the path beneath my feet.

But I think the best thank you note

is to march on,

illuminating the journey for others as I go.

In a sense, we each must walk alone.

Yet we’re always connected,

through the intentionality of our souls.

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Mystical love story

The first encounter feels like a helium balloon of love,

floating us gently to new heights of peace and sweetness we’d never fathomed.

Sooner or later,

atmospheric pressure pops this bubble of perfection,

and gravity spirals us back down to the reality of earth,

where purgation starts like a strenuous climb.

A gift freely given must now be fought for

with everything we’ve got.

Really, we’re the lucky ones, who’ve even had a sense of it –

Mystical memory is etched deep in our souls,

illuminating our path and spurring us on.

The journey is arduous, but the destination calls us forth.

I’m here to tell you:

This is how you become capable of greater love.

I’m here to encourage you:

Angels accompany you through every trial.

I’m here to remind you:

The Glory of God is worthy of your effort.