Last year my friend Stacey asked me,
When was the moment you first believed you were a writer?
This was my answer:
“I never thought I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a human rights lawyer. And then one day at the end of a conference the only female presenter in a sea of men asked me if I had kids. She kept hearing from others that she couldn’t manage kids with the cross-continental work she was doing. And surrounded by people who wanted to talk to her about human rights I got to encourage her about how I balance the calling of motherhood with my other work.
That night I emailed my friend Holley Gerth:
‘So, I have been thinking about you today because I am at a conference discussing some groundbreaking work to bring justice to the poor and afflicted. For many years that is the kind of work I have been involved in also. But, I have consistently felt this call on my heart to speak into the lives of women. Young mothers and wives who feel that what they do isn’t important.
I don’t know many who would consider that a needy population group. But I sure do. I am them.
So, I blog. I write my heart out to this beautiful audience who need to be encouraged as I wish someone had done for me. Because young mothers and struggling women have great needs too. And while it’s not my job, it is my delight to be used by God to be part of the plan for meeting them.’
That was nearly four years ago and the first time I truly believed I was a writer. Being able to encourage women on my blog and share the good, the bad, the sacred, and the beautiful about motherhood -it’s been the most fulfilling writing experience of my life.
How about you? Would you call yourself a writer? When did you know?