By Kathryn Scott
I
distinctly remember sitting on the back lawn chatting to my Grandma at her
house one summer day when I was about 4 years old. She was asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her that I wanted to be a
teacher, or a missionary, or a minister’s wife.... oh, and wrinkly - because
that would mean I’d spent my whole life smiling :)
As
you know, I got to fulfill the dream of becoming a pastor’s wife when I married
the handsome Alan Scott at the ripe old age of 21. And now closer to 40, am inching ever nearer to the reality
of ‘wrinkly’, (well, ‘crinkly’ at least).
But I never thought I’d end up becoming a song writer, or a worship
leader. And truth to tell, I never
had any ambition or desire to do so either. That is, until the Lord started to let me in on what He was
thinking.
It
was while I was studying Theology at Bible College that the Lord began to
speak.
I
had written songs since the age of 9.
The year I turned 20 I was given quite a number of prophetic words that
I was going to write songs people across the world would use as their worship
to Jesus. I could barely wait to
get started! I assumed the
transition from writing the ministry type of songs I’d written all those years
into writing worship songs would be a seamless, wonderful stroll in the
park. Not entirely the way things
worked out though.
All
of a sudden I went from writing a song or two a week, to not being able to
write a single note. At first I
thought it was just a blip, and maybe when I tried again next week, it would
come back.
I
tried again.
Still
nothing.
After
a year, I’d started to give up hope that I’d ever write again, and it felt
horrible. It felt like my arms had
been cut off. This was the way I
expressed myself to God, and how I understood my place in the world. I felt lost.
After
two years, I still wrestled with it from time to time, and tried to write
again, but songs still wouldn’t come.
I’d begun the journey of finding out who I was, even if I never wrote
another song.
By
the third year, I’d set the words spoken over me into a treasure box in my
heart; something I could revisit if the Lord ever wanted me to, but at long
last I was ready to make peace with it all. It didn’t matter as much any more anyway because I’d finally
‘got it’, that I was a child of God, and whatever He put in my hands was the
gift that I would use to bring Him honour. It could look the way He wanted, and was nothing to do with
His love for me, or who I was. I
was HIS. I wasn’t ‘in’ because of
what I could do. I was ‘in’
because I belonged to Him, and that was enough.
I
thought that would be the pattern for the rest of my life, and I couldn’t have
been happier. Song writing had
become a happy memory.
Until
one night, deep in the middle of the night, I woke up with lyrics going round
in my head. I’d almost forgotten
what that felt like, it had been a whole three years! I grabbed a pen and paper and jotted them down. Honestly, they weren’t very good, and I
knew it at the time too, but they were lyrics, real, actual lyrics. I wasn’t at all sure that song writing
was coming back, but I was totally OK with that. I didn’t need it anymore. I only needed Jesus!
Several
weeks later, something started brewing in my heart. It was a whole song this time, it was ‘Child of God’. A few short weeks after that, I wrote a
song called ‘Hungry’. That was
just the beginning, and what a beginning it was too.
Those
songs, and many since, have become songs that the Church at large does use on
Sundays and in services to sing out her worship. It is the most incredible fulfillment of what Jesus spoke to
me when I was 20 years old. But
the privilege, the wonder, where the life is for me, is in the belonging! I thoroughly became His when I was
between the dreaming and the coming true, and there is nothing in the world
more precious to me than that.
Who
I am - who you are is enough because of who we belong to.
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