As far back as I can remember, I have loved to sing and enjoyed writing. I stumbled along for a very long time thinking that these were just activities I enjoyed and did pretty well.
I dreamed of being a famous Country Western singer. I could vision myself standing on the stage of the Grand Ole Opry and belting out a sad, mournful tune that, of course I had written myself. I could imagine the wonderful band made up of big, tall cowboys wearing their fringed shirts, ten-gallon hats and ostrich skin boots playing my song on their fender guitars. I, I, I. I wanted to be famous. It was all about me.
My love of writing really came to the forefront along about the time I reached my mid-to-late thirties. I was sure I could write a novel like the ones I read back in those days, but I knew I would be ashamed for anyone to know I could write such smut! I began realizing that my talent in that arena really was more in the poetic genre. Poems started appearing about each love affair followed by the broken heart that developed with each broken or discarded relationship. Once again, it was all about me.
God gave me a lot of rope, almost enough to hang myself, before he finally said, “Write your poetry” (and write it inspirationally for me).
My real life began the day I Heard his voice and learned the difference between believing in God and having a real, personal relationship with Him. Wow, what a difference He has made in my life.
Now, what I just described about my desires may lead you to think I am a selfish person. I don’t feel I have ever been that. I just wanted to be able to do what I enjoy doing more than anything else and what ever I am doing I like to do the best job I am capable of. I see nothing wrong with making a good living as long as you know the money you earn is not really yours. It is God’s, but I had never considered that until the day that I heard His voice. That day was my birthday-Born again Christian!
Several years ago I attended a class at church that taught us to recognize our Spiritual Gifts. My number one gift was evangelism. I said “No way. I could never go around being an evangelist.” All I could think about was the old time revival meetings when the evangelists came to town and preached hell and damnation to us. There was no way I could see myself up in front of a church doing that!
I have since learned that we evangelize everyday, everywhere we go. We show Christ’s love by the way we act, talk and show that we care about those who God puts in our path.
I listened when He spoke. There are now three books that say the author is Betty Overstreet but I know the author is really God.
My musical desires now are met by going to Assisted Care homes all over the bay area, singing pretty Country Western songs during the week and Gospel songs on Sunday.
Listen for His voice, follow His direction and your life will be filled with joy and many blessings.