I don’t know why I resist certain things when I haven’t even tired them. It must be a personality quirk or a childhood trauma or some long forgotten nightmare that keeps me bound to my box. Or maybe I’m just stubborn. I don’t know, but I am learning that some things are worth trying. Instead of telling God what I can and cannot do- instead of informing Him about my abilities (as if He didn’t know), I discover that I should let Him tell me.
Case in point…I have always said to myself, and anyone who would listen, that I couldn’t write fiction. “I don’t have the imagination.” I would say. “I’m just not smart enough.” I would explain. I only want to write non-fiction and use my talent to teach and encourage other’s about life with God. After all, that is my gift – teaching and speaking and instruction. That’s where I need to be, in the non-fiction hall of fame.
Since I was getting nowhere in the publishing world with my non-fiction books, I thought, OK I’ll give fiction a try. I’m sure I can’t do it, but I have a passion for writing so here I go. Not only did I find that I could do it, I found out that I really liked it. The box I have been living in was not God’s making, but my own.
I’m not saying that I’m going to have a best seller, I’m just pleased that a self proclaimed lack of intelligence was not God’s design for me. My abilities are only limited by my Creator, and His plans for me will take me far beyond what I could dream for me. I bet if I would have asked Him in the first place if I could write fiction He would have said…
“Test Me and see….”
Do you think you might be too comfortable in the box of your making?