A few months ago I felt the urge to do get serious with my blog. I felt a fire in my gut and a deep assurance that if I wrote more posts and shared them on every social media platform possible, my blog was going to be the most amazing thing ever and everyone would flock to read the words I’d written. I asked God to never let that fire inside me to die because obviously the urge to write and share my stories and words with others was Him telling me I needed to do it.
A couple weeks into my “Blog is life” mentality, however, I felt the fire began to taper off. Not that the fire wasn’t still there inside me, it just wasn’t roaring with passion like it once was.
I didn’t see immediate results, and so, I stopped.
But here’s where I got it all wrong.
I was relying on God to do the work for me. By asking Him, “Don’t let this fire die. Don’t let my passion to write slip away,” I was basically telling Him that He was responsible for making sure that I kept putting pen to paper — or rather, finger to keyboard. But it’s not His responsibility to do that.
It’s my responsibility to be obedient to Him and do the thing that He calls me to do. And I believe that my calling is to write.
I read a quote the other day from another blogger‘s post whose writing I admire. He was talking about Ernest Hemingway’s book The Old Man and the Sea. The main character in the book is a fisherman, and after struggling each day to bring in his catch he says, “Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman … but that was the thing that I was born for.”
I think we can all relate to the fisherman’s words. Just because I don’t feel like writing doesn’t mean I shouldn’t do it. Just because I don’t have any good ideas waiting to be developed doesn’t mean I shouldn’t work on my craft.
And this relates to so much more than writing.
Maybe you’re a teacher and a few kids in your class are having a hard time grasping the material. No matter what you do, they just don’t seem to understand and you feel like a failure. You don’t want to teach because it’s just too hard. It takes up too much of your time. You just don’t feel like it anymore.
Or maybe you’re a nurse and you dread going to work every day because you don’t know what — or who — is waiting for you inside those hospital doors. Your patient’s health is getting worse and worse. You feel like there’s nothing you can do to help ease their pain and suffering. You feel like a failure. You don’t want to help them anymore because it’s just too hard. It takes up too much of your time, and you just don’t feel like doing it anymore.
We aren’t called to do something because it’s fun all the time and makes us feel good. We are called to do something because it’s hard, but worthwhile. It’s not full of fun, but it’s fulfilling. It doesn’t make us feel good, but it’s not for us to begin with.
The teacher is called to teach because she is patient, understanding and strives for success for her students more than she wants it for herself. She was born to teach.
The nurse is called to nurse patients back to health because he is kind, gentle, compassionate and genuinely cares about the quality of his patient’s life. He was born to be a nurse.
The writer is called write because she is creative, believes in the power of a story well told, and has a knack for stringing words together. She was born to write.
So, friends, your calling isn’t always a fluffy, feel good one. In fact, rarely is that ever true. The thing you’re meant to do is hard, down in the dirt work. But not only were you hand-picked to do this work, you were hand-crafted by the Master Artist to live out your calling.
So do your thing. And do it well.