How I Found the Writer Within Me

I never would have described myself as a writer. The thought of putting words to a page, crafting stories, and sharing them with the world felt like a skill reserved for other people. Yet, here I am, writing. My journey to this point wasn't planned; it was a path revealed through unexpected moments and quiet encouragement, both from this world and perhaps from beyond.

A Pastor's Prophecy

It all started with a loss. When my father-in-law passed away, my family gathered to wait for the funeral. In those quiet moments, we filled the space with stories—lovely, funny, and heartwarming memories of his life. To keep my hands and mind busy, I started writing them down, capturing the essence of the man we all loved.

When the day of the service arrived, I gave my collection of stories to the pastor, hoping he might find them useful. After the funeral, he sought me out. He looked me directly in the eyes and said something I've never forgotten: "Don't ever stop writing."

His words struck me. I confessed that I was the one who had written the stories, feeling almost sheepish about it. But he was so certain, so firm. Looking back, I wonder if he was given a glimpse of the future, a premonition of a story that needed to be told. His command wasn't just a suggestion; it felt like a prophecy, planting a seed of possibility that I had never considered before.

My Spiritual Co-Writer

Even with the pastor's encouragement, the path to becoming a writer remained unclear for a long time. It wasn't until I started working on a deeply personal project that everything began to click into place. I feel in my heart that I have a co-writer, a spiritual guide named Melina.

As the story began to take shape, she presented me with images and memories I thought were long forgotten. It was an extraordinary experience. While editing, I would come across passages that flowed beautifully, and I'd have no memory of writing them. The words were there, on the page, and they were good. In those moments, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. Thank you, Melina. Without her help, I don’t think I could have done this.

Stepping Into a New Identity

This journey has taught me that sometimes our true callings find us in the most unexpected ways. It was through grief that I found a new way to express love, and through a pastor's simple but powerful words that I was given permission to explore it. It was through a spiritual connection that I found the courage and inspiration to continue.

I may not have set out to be a writer, but I am thankful that I was able to step into this role. It has been a gift, a surprising turn in my life's story that has brought a new sense of purpose and a deeper connection to the memories and people I hold dear.