By Holly Parker
I went to one of my favorite inspiration places
the other evening and watched as the sun began to set over our little local
park. The wind was blowing unusually nice breezes for August and the water held
reflections of remaining sunlight. There were a few people out, but for the
most part, the park was very secluded and a great place to gather my thoughts.
I walked over to the covered pavilion with my notebook in hand and sat down at one of the picnic tables. I’ve learned to bring a notebook with me because God usually speaks to me when I sit in His creation. Some of my best ideas come when I am just sitting and observing the world around me.
As I looked at my surroundings, I noticed something sitting right in the middle of the table. I realized what it was and double-checked to make sure I was really seeing it.
There in the middle of the exact table I had randomly chosen was, drum roll, a pen.
Now this might not mean much to anybody else, but for me it was like a sign. It was almost like an answered prayer.
My writing had been taking off lately. Nothing major, but things were starting to happen here and there. I had prayed desperately for God to show me direction, for Him to somehow move my life into a full time writing career. I wasn’t sure how or what was going to happen, but I knew it was where I belonged. Writing gave me joy like nothing else and I had faith it was for a reason. Maybe even a divine reason.
I walked over to the covered pavilion with my notebook in hand and sat down at one of the picnic tables. I’ve learned to bring a notebook with me because God usually speaks to me when I sit in His creation. Some of my best ideas come when I am just sitting and observing the world around me.
As I looked at my surroundings, I noticed something sitting right in the middle of the table. I realized what it was and double-checked to make sure I was really seeing it.
There in the middle of the exact table I had randomly chosen was, drum roll, a pen.
Now this might not mean much to anybody else, but for me it was like a sign. It was almost like an answered prayer.
My writing had been taking off lately. Nothing major, but things were starting to happen here and there. I had prayed desperately for God to show me direction, for Him to somehow move my life into a full time writing career. I wasn’t sure how or what was going to happen, but I knew it was where I belonged. Writing gave me joy like nothing else and I had faith it was for a reason. Maybe even a divine reason.
With this realization, I encourage you to look around you every day, all the time. Your calling may be right in front of you. Your story might be in something you never thought of before. God may be speaking to you in ways you are missing. Keep your head up and your heart in…the rest of the story is still unwritten.
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Holly
Parker is a southern writer from Birmingham, Alabama. She has invested in a
number of different children at childcare programs and is currently employed by
the library. She has an English degree from the University of Montevallo with a
minor in Writing and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a 4.0. Holly is also very
involved with her church and helping out with young people in her community.
She loves to travel, read, watch Alabama football, take pictures and of course
write! She enjoys writing all kinds of genres, but has a passion for blogging
and writing Christian fiction. You can follow her blog at onlyhopeblog.com. and
on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/holly.parker
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