. . . the eyes of your hearts being enlightened; that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, (Ephesians 1:18).
Did I ever have the idea that I might do something special on this earth, like having a gift that the whole world would like to see accomplished? I don’t think so. I never thought higher of myself than an inch above the dirt. The president of the university I attended went to Germany just before the Second World War started and somehow extracted their prima ballerina. He saved her from the ovens, and when I attended school, she was still there, so grateful someone thought her worthy of saving. Her friend, the well-known modern dancer, Martha Graham, had her school of dance in New York City. When I took the class of Dance with the prima ballerina, she contacted Martha, raved of my gift to dance, and Martha gave me a full ride, a full scholarship to her school of dance. I never took it. I never even told my folks about it. It terrified me to think I could accomplish something.
Yet, when I learned to hear the voice of God and how to interpret what He was saying, His first words were, “I want you to write for Me.” I loved to dance, but what I really liked doing was to write. At first I wrote poetry, then short stories, then the yearbook and certain curriculum. When I told my mother I wanted to be a journalist, she told me I wasn’t smart enough to write. However, here was Jesus telling me that I had a calling—His calling—to write for Him. In fact, He had hopes for my writing. And so, I began. I just didn’t tell my mother what I was doing. It really wasn’t any of her business. This was God’s business, and I learned that Jesus would write with me. He whispers in my ear what words to change, how to organize an outline, etc. He considers my writing to be His riches. Is the whole world reading what I write? Not hardly. But I will continue to write until He is satisfied.
At this point in my life, it is not so much that I love writing, although I do, but it’s that I love Him. He is with me when I write. That’s His assignment for my life, and He does it with me. He told me one time that when I write, I am worshipping Him. I like making Him happy.
Did you know that when you are pursuing your calling, you are worshipping Him? It’s true. It’s what He wants you to do.