Ever since I was a little girl, I loved to sing. I can’t say that I was gifted with the most beautiful of voices, but I can carry a tune. And I am grateful that I get the opportunity to sing on worship teams at church. I recognize that my voice is best heard in a group setting, where I have other, stronger and more gifted voices to help give me the confidence I need to step out to be heard.
Writing is sort of like that too, at least for me. I’ve always loved to write. When I was a teenager, I wrote to myself, mostly in poetry, about my feelings and my deepest, and often darkest, secrets. My English teachers always told me I had a gift with words, and I thought after high school I would become a journalist. However, that didn’t happen, and the love of writing sort of disappeared as life moved on.
Six years ago this month, my Pastor started a blog, and encouraged me to begin blogging. I did, and it took off with full force. For over five years I wrote diligently as God would download messages from his heart to mine to share with you. I shared my hopes, dreams, losses and joys. God, and you, walked me through publishing my first book and then, out of nowhere, the writing stopped. I lost my voice. Call it exhaustion, lack of inspiration, feelings of overwhelm, PTSD; no matter how I look at it, my voice became silent as the words failed to come to life.
I was told the other day by someone, who I know and respect, that they had a hard time finding my voice on my blog. For the last six months, my voice has been hidden between the voices of others, but instead of allowing this comment to push me deeper into not writing, I allowed the Lord to reveal some things to my heart about this season.
My voice, although mostly silent, is being given time to rest, held up by the voices of others. I have had the honor of hosting some of my beautiful writer friends in my space over the last few months. These beautiful hearts have come together to encourage my own heart, and yours, with their words.
Honestly, “bringing all glory to God” through the writing, it’s not just about me. I never aspired to be a soloist singing my own song. I do better in groups, surrounded by two, three, several others to encourage me and take me higher. As this blog has been dedicated to the Lord, to be used for His glory, I welcome the input of others, who aspire to encourage my heart and yours with their stories, all for His glory.
It may be hard for someone to know who Barbie, the writer is, if they were to visit my blog now. They will find my thoughts nestled between those of others. But that’s okay. We are all working together to bring you glimpses of His love and sprinkles of His grace. We are sisters in Christ, all sharing our stories. I do not hold tightly to this blog. It can be taken from me at any moment. I want to steward well what God has given to me. If that means allowing others the opportunity to write here, so that I can rest, than that is what I will continue to do.
The bottom line is, we need each other. Our voices get tired, and demand rest. And in those seasons when we feel as if we have no words to convey the innermost thoughts of our own hearts, that’s when we must come along side each other, lifting up our voices, to encourage, exhort and call one another up.
A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists. Vera Nazarian – The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
My voice is just one in a sea of voices. In the quietness, I am learning to lay back and allow Him to do the work. Whether it comes from my own heart, or that of another, He will be glorified.
Linking up with my beautiful writer friend Beth for Three Word Wednesday, on a Thursday, because life must not be rushed.