Speaking truth into my God-given gifts became a reality today, as I worked through the edits to the first half of my children’s book. After finishing, this thought hit me. I am a writer! Even though I have been rhyming poetry in my head and dreaming up story plots since I was a child, it has been hard to call myself a writer. Not only did I think there was no room at the table for me, I felt deeply that I could never push my uncredentialled-self up to this platform, where highly qualified people created and collaborated. How often do we live out of who we think we are,…