I’ve never participated in a writing prompt before. Truthfully, I’m feeling scared. I remember my glory days — er, creative writing glory days — like a fallen high school football star. The half-bliss, half-despair. Was I ever that good, or did I just imagine it? Did I have potential and waste it?
But the most common cure for writer’s block, in high school, at least, was a good prompt. So here I am. Diving in head-first, friends!
Complete the following sentence: A gift you’ve recently received from God.
Approach it any way you’d like. Only requirement: Keep it real.
A gift I’ve recently received from God is . . . questions.
I considered changing majors about a dozen times in college. Still couldn’t choose, so I double-majored. And after graduation, I can’t even count the number of times I’ve wanted to change my career. But change it to what?
People, I love. Communications, I love. Working towards the better good, I love. But can’t you do that in so many different ways?
Bouts of certainty and bouts of uncertainty weave throughout my career. Recently, I’ve been on the uncertain end of things. I’ve thrown out questions on my purpose, my identity, my goals, my field, my mission. Especially as I balance this half-the-week consulting role, I’m questioning what to do and where to focus. I know I love the people I work with — and I know I treasure the work they invite me to do. But what next?
On Tuesday night, I shared those questions ambiguously with a small group from my church. And I said it calmly and with a half-smile, but there is an inward panic whenever I bring it up. I asked for prayer for clarity and meaning and purpose and direction.
Today, though, I see it as a gift. It’s God’s gift, and rich grace, that I have the privilege and opportunity to ask these questions today. To question what my purpose is, to question what my role in the future should be.
Today, I banish the notion that the questions are scary. Questions are a good place to start, a good place to start to find answers. Today, the questions make me free. Free to wonder, free to dream, free to plan sometimes and scratch the plans later. Free to set goals and change them. Free to know that I’m needed . . . free to question just where that is.