I remember last year I was invited to an open mic night by a friend. When I arrived I was asked if I was performing. I’m sure I looked like a poet, with my retro hair and high waist pants (I love vintage style) but I let the woman down easy. “Nope,” I said with conviction, “I’m not a poet!” I made my entrance and met my friends. After a few acts in the show I realized that much of the content people were sharing was anything but truth and light. I grieved for my generation, praying for the Father to send someone up there with truth! That’s when I knew. It was me.
“What’s in your hand?” He said to my heart and I was reminded of Moses. Well all I had was my first book on my kindle app. My phone’s battery had been dying at the time and I didn’t even think the phone would last long enough for me to read from the first chapter. But my friend gave me a charger and I courageously took the stage. I read and felt the anointing and knew that though on the surface I was sharing about overcoming heartbreaking, in the Spirit I was releasing light, truth and hope.
I shared that experience with my (very prophetic) fellowship and one woman wrote on a pad, “Nicole, the poet”. We talked about becoming all things to all men. I tucked that little nugget in the back of my mind not thinking anything of it.
Fast forward about 6 months and I find myself signed up for a poetry workshop, writing short stories with poets in them and receiving a loud round of applause from experienced poets who heard my first poem. I was shocked to find that my writing was not just confined to non fiction, but apparently…I was a poet.
I had my first poetry slam this weekend and shared the pieces He had given me. Poetry has been a great way to express deep pain as well as deep desires. Writing has been a vehicle to reveal the hidden things in my heart. Funny thing is all of my short stories have manifested in multiple ways. I actually keep meeting people in real life who have the same name and descriptions as my characters! It’s been cool to see the Father confirm His hand in my writing in this way.
I want to encourage you not to limit yourself. Don’t think because you haven’t done something yet or walked in something it is not meant to be. Be open to how the Father wants to use you, your gifts, and all that He has put in you.
He is the Maker. You are the clay. And your story is still being revealed…