When I was young, I loved to write. I wrote humorous plays in grade school that made my friends laugh. Then I grew up and had to get serious, so I went to college and got my MBA. While in grad school, I started writing because it came natural to me. Though business was interesting, historical fiction was embedded in my nature.
After I graduated, I didn’t know what to do with my life. Writing was still in the picture; it didn’t go away. As I thought stuff over, there was an art fair in town. I walked the streets looking in all the booths, knowing I couldn’t afford anything. Then I came across the old blacksmith shop built in 1875; it was quaint and picturesque. I thought what fun it would be to work there, and to work there as a writer.
That Sunday I went to church and prayed about my future. Was it writing or sales? If only I could write and work in the old blacksmith shop. Wow, would that be something. So I prayed and felt God would bless me.
The next day, I started looking for a job and I got an interview. It was a job for a résumé writer that had been placed in the wrong classified column.
Anyway, I got the job. The only problem? My office was moving to a new location. Where? I asked. My boss said there’s a quaint, old building on the corners of Main and Maple in my town. He believed it was an old blacksmith shop.
So if something is deep inside your heart, don’t give up! God still fulfills dreams.
Yes, don’t ever give up believing.by