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I don’t think I know one talented artist who hasn’t lived through some sort of pain, confusion, or a “dark night of the soul”. Artists are prophetic. They reveal the voice of God that speaks through their own perspective on life and darkness and hope. I have seen dance choreographers, musicians, visual artists, etc., reflect the beautiful human side of God… the side that says, “this is my journey with God. The crap. The ugly parts. The joyful parts. This is what my heart looks like and because He made my heart, what I have to bring is beautiful.” Artists and prophetic people are sensitive, which means I’m sensitive. Wow…. am I sensitive. I feel everything around me and sometimes it is overwhelming.

I was thinking about all of this this morning. I went to bed late having wrestled with God for most of the night. Getting up early to sit before Him didn’t sound super appealing after four hours of sleep. Words were no longer formulating on my tongue. I didn’t know what to say anymore. I didn’t know what to write in my journal. The normal stream of consciousness wasn’t flowing freely. But I got my pen out anyway because the thoughts that were coming to me were so tender that if I said what I really wanted to, I would completely lose it. Instead I wrote lyrics. My lyrics magically knew what was going on in my heart without pounding me over the head with it.

Art is prayer. An artist may not be praying to the right person in their art but inside they are begging for something, communicating with Someone, directing their soul toward something they can’t see.

Jesus, I love how you let me communicate to You in this way. I love that even though I’m not saying out loud exactly what I’m thinking, you see what I’m trying to say through my art. You see my heart behind it and it reminds me that You know me.


I was in second grade in Mrs. Franklin’s class when she directed us to write a fictional story about our class discovering dinosaur bones on a field trip.  I remember the excitement I felt as I penned sixteen pages of glorious second-grade prose into my spiral notebook.  I created an elaborate story, complete with dinosaur bones coming alive and scaring old Mrs. Franklin.  I had never felt more awake in my young life than I did as I crafted that imaginary story.

In school I was not the mathematician or the scientist.  I never did well in those areas but when it came to writing and literature, my teachers would often tell my parents “encourage her with this! she has a gift!”.  I was a daydreamer and instead of listening intently during 4th grade math, I would spin fairy stories in my head, come up with character names and even details about their 19th century clothing.  This daydreaming would come back to bite me when I received my report card but it paid off when I would win the county creative writing contest or win awards in the Duluth News Tribune for my creative narrative and eventually, in high school, become student editor of Speak Out, a column for local teens in the Ashland Daily Press.

I went on to study English Literature at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock but three years into my degree, a personal tragedy struck and I dropped out of college, heart-broken.  It would be years before I was able to be focused enough to write again… or would even have the desire to do so.

Being in the prayer room while on staff at the International House of Prayer began to stir something in me that was akin to that feeling I had in second grade.  That feeling of heat in my belly, probably even aroused by Holy Spirit, that would urge me to communicate ideas that were on His heart.  I began writing in a blog truths that the Lord had been teaching me, but in my head, was still hesitant to acknowledge myself as a writer again.

After moving to Ottertail, Minnesota and joining the Firestarters writers group, I felt a pressure to create that I had not felt in a long time.  Unfortunately, working full-time as a legal secretary, didn’t offer me a lot of time to ponder and think and create.   I felt miserable at my job, exhausted all the time, and trapped into doing something that I hated just so that I could get by with my very meager income.

Then it began with a dream (as it usually does).  I walked into a bedroom where both of my parents (who are no longer married to each other) were sitting on a bed.  They asked me what I was reading and I responded that I was reading Journey of Desire by John Eldredge and Dreaming With God by Bill Johnson.  My mom began asking me what I wanted to do with my life and in the dream I replied that I wanted to write and preach the Gospel.  My mom then informed me that I needed to quit my job and said some other things that I don’t care to write about at the moment.  Huh. Well I couldn’t just quit my job…. could I?

A couple weeks after that dream I had another.  It was simply a snapshot dream where my boss came to me and let me go from my job.  I woke up, knowing I would be let go, and that it was for a specific purpose.  Three weeks later, it was exactly as I expected… my boss pulled me into his office and told me I was no longer needed at the office.  Instead of distress I felt absolutely relieved.  I knew it was the Lord directing me into a better path… one that fit me perfectly.

Days after my last day at the law office I traveled to Kansas City, where I still am, for a time of prayer and re-focusing.  Thoughts of inadequacy plagued my mind.  I’m not good enough to do this.  How can I ever pull this off?  Does God really desire to bless me enough that I actually get to do something that I love to do for a living? At the Awakening Service on Wednesday night, a woman from the prophecy teams spoke to me and said that she saw something creative around me.  She said that I didn’t feel that I was good enough to do what He was calling me to do.  I knodded in agreement.  She looked me straight in the eyes and firmly told me that what I did was powerful and it would impact many.  If that wasn’t enough, the Lord knew I needed some specific confirmation.  So this morning, I went to check my email and noticed a message from a nightwatch leader at the House of Prayer.  This is not someone that I communicate with much at all and in the email he tells me he has a prophetic word for me and that he has been thinking about it all week long.  He blatantly tells me that I am called to be a writer.  How is that for confirmation?

I am very eager and excited to start this journey and I know from this day forward, my life will never be the same.  Aside from my primary calling as a lover of God, this is the day I know myself as a writer. And that, my friends, is my journey into this knowledge.