“Come, follow Me,” Jesus said, “and I will make you fishers of men.” And at once they left their nets and followed Him. Mark 1:17 – 18
With those two simple words, God freed man from the net in which man was caught wobbling like a fish.
Dear reluctant writer,
Follow me, and I will enable your words to create worlds that no eye has seen or ear has heard.
Take off your fishermen’s garb, and wear my faith and walk with me says the Lord.
You don’t need fish to feed you, my Word will. But I want you to feed my sheep. So follow me, walk with me, hear my voice and share it with the lost sheep.
Do not be afraid of walking away from the things that make you feel secure. You know that you are carrying a story that needs to be told.
In that story, poem, song and memoir, I shall bring myself back to life. For,
It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh profits nothing. The words that I speak to you are spirit, and they are life. John 6:63
So, follow me with all of your heart, body, soul and mind. It’s not just the quitting of the job that I am after. For I know the life of the homemaker who’s in your midst. Can she ever quit to rest awhile?
So stay in your job, if you have to, but receive this gift I have given you. Let not the busyness of life bury the life I’ve kept within you.Doubt not your skill, or your ability to write what I have called you to write.
By faith, begin the journey and follow me. I will show you, your amazing destiny hidden in me.
“You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won’t really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we’ll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won’t wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.”
― Anne Lamott,