Recently, opportunities and encouragements to write have been thrown my way. I am pondering these things in my heart as it were. I am grabbing the opportunities as they come. I am writing now. Unlike my last posts, this one will be less a devotional thought, more a journal entry. Thoughts in pixels for stranger and friend alike to read. Time is spent peering back at my life. I began an artist. I still sketch and draw from time to time. Later, I discovered that music is deeply rooted within me. Preaching is a part of my repertoire as well as teaching. Singing came later, but still is something I am good at. I have been a graphic artist in my life. In each of these varied activities I could get more detailed. My brother and I were in a band together for a while, then we played and led worship in a church together. We each continued to play but separately. I've been a part of a team that won a silver Addy award in advertising, but have designed things such as Yellow Page ads, too. There are two churches in Amarillo, TX that bear my logo designs on their signs. I have preached for a homeless mission, a large Baptist church and a very small Baptist church. Writing devotionals for my friends was done for quite some time in there somewhere. Currently I teach junior high English and Literature and high school Journalism. Now the encouragement is there to write on a higher level. You might call it a professional (though unpaid) level.
This is merely a list. It isn't meant to be an arrogant rant of my accomplishments. I've really done nothing the world might call spectacular or successful with these things. I am good at all of them, though. So what does someone with so many options do, especially when they are horrible at making decisions? I believe that all of these things, these gifts and talents, will be redeemed. When and where are not for me to know; God is sovereign. Finally, though, I know where my heart is and were I am heading. I am God's. He is the one I want to serve. My heart is his for his children, be they teenagers or adults or little ones. I know I'll be in more of a ministry (read as pastor of some sort) role somewhere down my road. For now I must remain obedient. Pray that I do not lose heart.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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I must add that this was inspired by a short poem by Milton, "When I Consider How My Light Is Spent."
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