Hello. I am a Writer!

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         Hello, friend. I am a Writer!

My name is Amber Michelle Harbin and I am a writer. From the moment I was born, I was a writer. I could not speak and I could not write, but the thoughts were there in my mind. Every one is born with a gift inside them. People think the gifts show up when they're older. Others think that you have to unlock secrets to get to your destiny. I believe that a gift is inside the person from the time they are born. The gift is not only inside them, but it is rooted in their minds, hearts, veins, and the soul within. We all search to find our gift, our place in life, our destiny, and our fate.  Some never find what they are searching for and their questions go unanswered. But why? They refused to look deep inside themselves and many things in life hindered them from their true purpose. The obstacles in my life almost prevented me from achieving my purpose in this world. I believe I have many reasons to be here on Earth and I have more than one purpose. However, I will say, I know who I am when it comes to what God gave me. God gave me a gift. Instead of accepting the gift, I let perfectionism, cruel words from others, and other obstacles keep me from embracing my gift. It is my firm belief that the devil throws obstacles at us on purpose, to prevent us from our destiny. 

The enemy can use the people that are supposed to love us, people that hate us, and negative thoughts to stomp out something great in you. When we are babies and children, we have dreams don't we? We would use our imagination all the time, believe in magic, and never let anything get in our way. We dreamed, we laughed, we knew in our hearts what we wanted to be. And yet, so many people today do not know who they are inside. They question their gifts, who they are deep inside, and what they are supposed to do on this Earth. Sometimes we can think in overly realistic terms and question everything. Every generation loses their rights to be creative and we force our realism, negativity, and hatred upon them. All of that creates a new group of adults, who hate themselves, each other, and what is inside them. They cannot see the gifts God gave them, because all their obstacles and negativity blocks them. 

In my life, many obstacles tore apart my dream of being a writer. That dream was implanted in me the moment I was conceived, although I was nothing yet. From the zygote to the embryo, from the embryo to the fetus, from the fetus to a newborn, that dream went along with me in my veins and DNA. Little did I know when I was born, that many others in my life would be sent to try and destroy that gift. It almost worked, ALMOST. I know in my heart God, my creator, wants me to be a writer. He wouldn't have given me this gift for nothing. God took a piece of himself and made all of us. Each gift someone has, I firmly believe, God has within Him. Within Him, the gift gets stronger, better, and more beautiful than you could imagine. It can only happen though if you lean on him and put your gift in His hands.

Who am I? I am a writer. I do not need a degree to tell me who I am. I do not need someone to approve of what I type or write, before I declare myself a writer. God proclaimed me a writer the moment He created me. Evil tried sending his best accomplices to destroy the gift that was implanted in me by God. At first, the people that were supposed to love me  trampled all over me and the gifts put in me. They couldn't see the gift and treasure God put in store for me. All they saw and wanted to see, was the word 'failure' all over me.  If  I tried not to fail, they would work ten times harder to make sure I did fail. That wasn't enough for the enemy, for he sent  my enemies to try and discourage me. Most of my self-worth was ripped to shreds and my dream had been abandoned. However, God kept bringing it back into my mind and giving me ideas. That is when the enemy sent more accomplices to destroy the gift God bestowed in me. 

Who am I? I am a writer; I am a writer who wants to make a difference. However, that voice in my head told me I was never good enough. I had to strive for perfection and get everything the way I wanted it, or the project had to be abandoned.  Perfectionism and OCD was sent my way, to destroy the gifts that were still inside of me. I thought and thought all the time, trying to know every answer and to not make any mistakes. The devil was laughing at me then, because as I suffered he won the battles.  That was until tonight. It is 2:11 AM and I should be reading for my Modern Art and Cultures class.  I was putting that off, because I was feeling sick to my stomach and I guess I gave up hope. Then God spoke to me through a friend, a friend I can't wait to meet  at the pearly gates.  I am here to say that the devil will not win anymore and I am going to start this blog. It may last and it may not, but I am going to do it anyway.

Who am I? I AM A WRITER! Who are you?
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