Dipping the Quill Deeper: Humbler Beginnings (Part 2)

by Eva Marie Everson @EversonAuthor

I sort of slipped into this industry. I suppose one could say I saw an open door and I walked through it. That much would be true. But really, I slipped in through the back door.

In the late 1990s I belonged to a megachurch in the Orlando area. Every weekend, seven services. Every weekend lots and lots of people. There were ministries and small groups for nearly everyone imaginable, including ballroom dancing and sign language. About this time, I joined the drama ministry. We met every Tuesday night and were directed by a New York actor named Tim (last name withheld). Tim was brilliant. And fun. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with the group, which often performed sketches for the services. 

Learning Obedience

by Edie Melson @EdieMelson

He who is faithful in very little is faithful also in much... Luke 16:10

When I was young all I wanted to be was a writer. As a matter of fact, I actually wrote my first novel in eighth grade…long hand, with a purple ink pen. But through the years, my dream of writing drifted farther and farther from the realm of reasonable possibilities, until I finally I gave up.

Obedience Here and Now

He who is faithful in very little is faithful also in much... Luke 16:10

When I was young all I wanted to be was a writer. As a matter of fact, I actually wrote my first novel in eighth grade…long hand, with a purple ink pen. But through the years, my dream of writing drifted farther and farther from the realm of reasonable possibilities, until I finally I gave up.

But as a young mother of three kids, God revived that call. At first I was scared, but then I got excited. Oh the plans I made—I’d write Bible studies and spend my time traveling, speaking and working for God.

I finished my first Bible study and the printer ink was barely dry before I had the manuscript in an envelope and on the way to publisher. I could see my future so clearly and I was on fire, with plans to do great things in His kingdom. All He had to do was open this one door.

Not only did He not open that door, it seemed every other door had slammed shut and locked. It quickly became obvious that going and doing weren’t part of the call He’d placed on my life. Instead, the doors at home began to swing wide, as He invited me to share my story with those closest to me.

As I swallowed my pride and became obedient to act where He’d placed me, the fruit began to grow. Years later, going and doing has become part of my call, but first I’d had to learn obedience and the difference between His will and mine.

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