Finding My Voice And Getting Unstuck

Psalm 45:1 My heart is moved by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

I started writing on my blog (http://www.wangecikiragu.com) back in 2014. I was 20 and had been inspired majorly by a broken relationship. I wrote three posts, I think. One about relationships and two about Africa and then closed shop until 2016 when yet again, my broken heart inspired me to write. After that, I took a sabbatical until 2017 when I did one post and took another sabbatical until last year.

When I started writing, it wasn’t because I thought I gifted, I was just looking for an outlet to share what was in my heart.

In three of the five years my blog has been in existence, I’ve had a tumultuous season of identity search. When I started to write again last year something had changed. God had introduced Himself to me, precisely as a Father. Not an abstract concept, that I read and hear about. He was mine; my Father. I had found solace in the arms of a God who is also my Father. He roared over me and gave me an identity as a child in the kingdom. And then He gave me what I had badly needed, affirmation, the kind only He can give.

So I started to write not to my find an identity, a niche, I had found it already. Now I write from a place of identity.

Five years ago if you would have told me my blog would have taken the trajectory it has taken I’d have said, “NOT A CHANCE”.

I am not oblivious of the culture we live in and what the loudest voices in our culture stand for, and honestly, I don’t like to disturb the status quo. I hate being combative. And yet, sometimes it is extremely necessary. Sometimes God wants us as Christians to be confrontational because combating wickedness is the way to peace. I have to stand up for my Christian values. This nation is my inheritance and I must stand to confront what threatens my inheritance.

Numbers 14:6 But Joshua the son of Nun and Caleb the son of Jephunneh, who were among those who had spied out the land, tore their clothes; 7 and they spoke to all the congregation of the children of Israel, saying: “The land we passed through to spy out is an exceedingly good land.

What has also become increasingly clear to me is that my voice can silence wickedness. My voice can save a whole generation. When Moses sent out twelve spies, ten gave a wicked report of unbelief but two gave a good report. Because of these two God did not destroy the whole assembly. Because Moses raised his voice to plead with God, a subsequent generation of Israelites was preserved. We do not remember the names of the ten wicked spies but we will forever hail Joshua and Caleb for taking a stand and giving a good report.

1 Peter 2:9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light

We have a duty as believers to amplify our voice but sadly, we have been intimidated into silence by our peculiarity as children of the light. God is relying on us to bring back order. Whatever sphere of influence God has given you, amplify your voice and display your peculiarity.