I need to start writing consistently again. I need to write:
To remember the glimpses I see of God’s goodness around me.
To see
how He’s inviting me to partner with Him.
To notice the ways He's working.
This
past weekend, I went to the CMTA conference to promote Biola's graduate programs. It’s interesting encountering different people at conferences - seeing familiar faces, and meeting many new people.
I think the coolest thing that happened to me at the
conference was meeting Jan Johnson, an author, speaker, and spiritual director.
She just came up to our booth and just started talking to me, so I told her
what I was doing and what I was studying, and she got really excited about it,
especially the whole Asian-American spiritual formation thing. She
encouraged me to write down my thoughts, even if they weren’t fully formulated
- to just start writing. She told me that it usually took her five years of
thinking and jotting down notes about things before she actually even starts
writing a book. And she told me to write my thoughts on Asian-American
spirituality and to send what I write to her. Wow, that was really encouraging
for me – that someone like her, a published author, would actually want to read
what I write. Sweet deal. That was a total God appointment.
It's times like these that I'm reminded that I'm in the right place. I know there’s a reason why God’s put this passion in my
heart. I sometimes wonder, Lord, where are you taking me? Where is this really
going to lead? He reminds me to just trust Him one step at a time, and
encourages me through different people and situations. It's times like these that I'm affirmed that I’m
in the right place. And I know there’s a reason for this journey that I’m on...
Freedom. Grace. Hope. Transformation.
1 comment:
Grace, this is beautiful. It's beautiful not only because it highlights a moment of grace in which your heart was reminded of its passion and purpose, but because it stands as a sharp contradiction to those worries that so often plague us down - where is all this going? What is the point? Does God even see my hopes and dreams for life? If He sees, why doesn't it seem like He cares? Then He provides a moment like this - a small light shines and a sweet word is said - and hope is restored. By His grace, you carry on. Thank you for sharing - it is encouraging.
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