Have you ever sat down with a pen in your hand,
Thinking, I’m not that clever. I’m not that grand?
You stare at the page and sigh, “What’s the use?
My words won’t impress. I have no good excuse.”
But I’m here to say, don’t believe all that stuff—
That talent alone makes writing good enough.
For talent is fleeting—it flickers, then flies,
But discipline wins what the proud never prize.
They’ll tell you that writers are born, not made,
That genius arrives like a magical shade.
But true storytellers, the bold and the brave,
Are built through many drafts they edit and save.
You see, there’s a myth that floats in the air,
That some folks are chosen while most must despair.
But it’s not really that way. Here’s what is true:
What matters isn’t what you have but what you do.
A seed in the ground doesn’t grow on its own.
It needs care and commitment before it has grown.
So if God gave you words, don’t let them sit still.
Plant them with passion and grow them with will.
The ones who keep writing, through silence and doubt,
Are the ones who will blossom and one day break out.
With desire in their hearts and devotion to show,
They keep on writing and steadily grow.
It’s not all about being gifted or fast.
It’s all about stories that echo and last.
The awkward beginnings, the sentences bent,
Are part of the process that Heaven has sent.
Start where you are, no matter how small.
Your commitment will reach the short and the tall.
Don’t wait to feel ready. Don’t stall and delay.
The moment to write is right now. Today.
You may not have readers or fans by the dozen,
But God sees each draft and cheers like a cousin.
He multiplies effort. He honors those who try.
He loves every word when you aim for the sky.
One day they’ll say, “You’re so gifted. So wise.”
But you’ll know the truth, and you won’t be surprised.
For the spark that they see in your paragraph’s glow
Was the fruit of the faith you kept letting grow.
So write, dear friend, and write again still.
Your talent’s not magic. It’s choice, heart, and will.
Whenever doubts arise, as they often do,
Just whisper, “With God, I’ll keep writing this through.”