For six months, I have fought off every fear and resultant excuse for becoming a contributor to this blog:
“But I’m not a writer!”
“I have nothing to say!”
“I have no writing experience!”
“I don’t know where to start!”
“Nobody will read it!”
Over and over these thoughts have played on a loop in my brain. It was madness. Yes, I felt the Lord calling me to this. No, I did not feel qualified. My brain and my heart created a terrible dissonance that left me no peace. I prayed and prayed. I casted and casted. 1 Peter 5:7
Finally, a bottom-of-the-ninth inning breakthrough. In my prayer time, as I was once again bemoaning my shortcomings, the Lord responded by introducing me to a fig farmer named Amos. You can find him in the 30th book of the Bible.
Really Lord? A fig farmer?
Amos and I, it seems, have absolutely nothing in common. Our occupations could not be any more different. I tend to home and children; he tended to earth and trees. I plow through laundry; he plowed through dirt. My harvest comes through diligent training and teaching; his harvest came through diligent pruning and plucking.
This man, who lived over 2,700 years ago, was certainly not the most obvious pick to affirm my calling. Yet, God’s ways don’t always make sense to us, do they?
As I was awkwardly getting to know this fig farmer turned writer, I began to see the other writers of the Bible in a whole new light as well:
No longer did I see Paul, the bold and zealous apostle to the Gentiles and author of thirteen books. I saw a tentmaker.
No longer did I see Peter, leader of the disciples and writer of two books. I saw a fisherman.
No longer did I see Moses, the deliverer of God’s chosen people who penned six books. I saw a runaway shepherd.
No longer did I see John Mark, the composer of one of the four Gospels. I saw a deserter who abandoned his calling.
And, then, there’s Amos, the fig farmer. He was a humble man who lived a quiet life herding his sheep and picking figs. Yet, he, too, is found with a book of his own.
With this fresh perspective, I heard what the Lord was trying to tell me:
“I can make ANYONE a writer.”
From shepherds to fig farmers, from tentmakers to fishermen, the Lord penned His Story through ordinary people. He simply showed up at their workplaces and said, “Follow me. Be a part of my story.” And, in most cases, they left plow and net, family and sheep behind and did exactly that.
Seeing Amos and the other writers of the Bible in this light has given me courage to take a step, albeit still a little shaky, forward. With new vision, I recognize that I am not unlike these everyday Bible writers after all:
- They were ordinary, just like me.
- They knew the Lord intimately, just as I do.
- They were called to walk by faith, just as I have been.
- They were obedient to their calling, just as I long to be.
- They were witnesses to many, many, mighty acts of God, just as I have been.
- They were all given a pen and told, “Write,” just as I have been.
These writers possessed no journalism degrees, no nationally published articles, no books to their credit…not even a Twitter following. And, neither do I. I am just a mama, an ordinary girl you would pass on the street and think nothing about. But, this ordinary girl HAS AN EXTRAORDINARY GOD and has now been commissioned to write about Him.
To keep my focus directed and my purpose clear, I have set three simple rules for my writing:
1. I claim Numbers 24:13 to be my guiding verse whenever my hands hit the keyboard or my fingers grip a pen: “Even if I was given all the silver and gold in the palace, I could not do anything of my own accord, good or bad, to go beyond the command of the LORD – and I must say only what the LORD says.” The Word of God spoken through me is far greater than the king’s silver and gold! May it always be HIS words that I speak, not my own.
2. Like the Biblical writers, I will not glamorize my life nor omit my weaknesses. I will be honest about my stumbles, trips and outright falls into the pit. He alone turns it all into something really beautiful.
3. I write for an audience of One. If you want to pull up a chair and listen in, please do. But my gaze is set to the One and Only Who is my One and Only. There is no pressure when it’s just the two of us.
So, here goes. Here goes my giant step into a new calling that has, up until this point, been but a talent that I would have rather kept buried in the sand where it is hidden, hoarded and hardly useable. May He do with it as He pleases. And, may YOU, my audience member, find the courage to join me. Leaving insecurities behind, let’s believe, by faith, that God can use us to accomplish whatever He calls us to. He did it for a fig farmer. And, He will do it for us, too.
First, I am a child of God. And, like a child, I am always learning and growing. The more I know Him, the more I love Him. Second, I am a wife to a good man. Missions is his thing while teaching women to love God’s Word is mine. Third, I am a mama to three plus a sweet cockapoo who thinks he’s #4. My children are my ongoing sanctification. Fourth, I am a passionate advocate of all things healthy & natural, an even 50/50 split of introvert/extrovert, and a dreamer/designer. Old friends call me Becky, newer ones call me Rebecca, and the most intimate ones call me Beck. You can just call me friend.