Part of the time I attended Kirkman Technical High School in the 11th grade, I rode to school with J.C. Blankenship. A few years ago he called and said he had just found a notebook I left in his car way back then.
My curiosity was overwhelming, so I dashed over to his home to pick it up. It was a book of poems, including one of my first songs. There were excerpts from Browning, Edna St. Vincent Millay, other great poets and a brief snip from a novel by Sinclair Lewis.
Like a book from some prophet, that book foretold my future. It said, “You will be a poet and a songwriter. You will love and cherish words and thoughts.”
All my life I have heard people say, “I wonder what God wants me to do? What is my calling?” Emerson said, “Our calling is in our talents.” It’s no big mystery. Your calling is literally branded into you in the form of your talents. It speaks to you all the time through the things you love to do and the things you do well with ease and grace.
It can even speak to you through a notebook you left in a car decades ago. You may not recognize what it is saying to you for a while, but if you sit quietly and think about it, it will speak to you