Dig Up the Past

The Lord dropped an idea for a book in my Spirit a couple of nights ago.  Right when I was about to drift off to sleep the idea wafted into my mind’s eye.  It was brilliant!  Here’s the thing though, I couldn’t remember it the next day.  Luckily, I had remembered to sleepily grab my phone and jot the idea down before I fell asleep.  But I didn’t actually remember I had written it down until a day or two later when I looked at my memos.  Lesson learned – write everything down!

I have been toying with the idea of writing a book since I was in 4th grade and my teacher told me I was such a good writer that I would definitely be writing a book someday.  She made this statement based on a strange little story I had written about some scary monsters having a Halloween party.  She thought I was ultra creative, however, many of the details I included in that story were borrowed from other stories and books I had read.  I just changed some names, mashed it all up and wrote it down.  That made me a plagiarist – but since she hadn’t read the same books I had, she never caught on and therefore thought I was a genius.  I went to school in a time when having a computer at school was a luxury; our classroom had one station with one of those tiny Apple computers.  My story had impressed my teacher so much that she rewarded me by letting me type the story on the computer and make a picture on Kid Pix (remember that??) to go with it!  All my classmates were jealous and it made me feel special and important especially since I wasn’t very popular.

Even with that incident of plagiarism, it turns out I actually was a good writer.  When I got to high school I was placed in honors English classes my freshman year.  In college I consistently scored A’s on papers and essays, prompting one classmate to offer me free personal training sessions if I would write his papers for him (I never took his offer, nor wrote his papers.)  One professor even asked to keep one of my essays as an example for future students on how to write a perfect essay.  Yet, even with the accolades, I still felt like a fraud.  You see, I didn’t think I was a good writer.  Maybe I wrote a little better than most people but I sure wasn’t a New York Times bestseller writer.  I wondered what made me so special.  What made people read my work and exclaim over it? One day I happened to come across a stack of those old writings and I read them over.  Something like a light bulb went off in me because as I read them, I was impressed with what was written.  And then it hit me, I wrote that!!!  I know it sounds strange but as I was reading, I really was astonished that such words could have come from me.  Even now, I can go back and read things I’ve written in the not too distant past (blog posts for example!) and surprise myself with what I wrote.

What’s the point of all this?  I’m not introducing the book I’m writing – that may take some time.  Rather I’m issuing a challenge – I’m asking you to re-examine yourself.  As I can go back and take pride in my writing and see the talent that I possess, look back at the things in your life that don’t seem so special – you may find a hidden talent or gift.  There are treasures in you, God put them there Himself when he formed you in your mother’s womb.  What can you discover today?

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