By Shayne Moore

The summer I went hiking seems a lifetime ago. At the time my youngest son was only 6 months old and my family was on vacation in Colorado. Road tripping across the country with three children under the age of six was full of laughter and fun, yet to a new mom it was also very tiring and a lot of work. One afternoon I stole away.  Precious alone time in the mountains. Taking the chair lift to the top of Breckenridge Peak 8, I found the rocky foot path and began trekking to the bottom. I am from the Midwest. The Colorado vistas, clean air, and bright wild flowers are pure joy to this suburban girl. With each step internal balance was restoring; my soul expanding and opening.

Halfway down the mountain something unexpected surfaced. It was a thought which suddenly demanded my full attention.  It was unwelcome as I was wishing to become one with nature and wanting to be caught up in the beauty. I tried to ignore it. I took several more steps and breathing deeply, pushed the thought back where is belonged — buried.

What was that nagging directive? A stubborn thought or a Divine command? Whatever it was, it was determined, and I heard it again. “Write.”

Involuntary tears came to my eyes making the path blurry. I was irritated. My peaceful hike was interrupted. This was my only alone time and I was not going to spend it crying.

“Write.” It said again.

More tears and catching my breath. Crushing thoughts of self-pity raced through my mind. Of course, I want to write. It has been a dream of mine for a long time. “Yeah, okay,” I complained out loud. “My world is children, ABC books, diapers, and laundry. I have no influence.”

“Write.” It persistently said again.

I set my jaw, covering hurt with anger. “Write to who?!” I bitterly complained.

“Write to Me.” The simple, freeing truth spoken straight to my heart.

This conversation happened almost a decade ago. I can’t say I got off the mountain and immediately started writing. Rather, I got off the mountain and continued changing diapers, grocery shopping and potty training. But something happened when my soul expanded, making room for God’s voice. He spoke into my deepest self– into who He created me to be.

I was at point A, and even if it was intimidating, I now knew I had a point B. I had no idea how to get there. I didn’t know any writers. I had never written for an audience and I had no idea how to find community, skills or opportunity. Over the next few years, my mountain experience would replay in my mind. It kept my heart and eyes open to going down new paths, nurturing new relationships, and taking risks. It opened up my life.

Today, I am a writer and an author. I somehow arrived at point B. It seems I intentionally got here — and yet it always feels nothing short of a miracle.

299153_10150349679031359_2027104486_nShayne Moore is the author of Refuse To Do Nothing: Finding Your Power To Abolish Modern Day Slavery and Global Soccer Mom: Changing The World Is Easier Than You Think. Shayne is a founder and sits on the Board of Directors at Redbud Writers Guild. With an MA in theology, Shayne is an active speaker and writes for her blog ( She is a member of the World Vision Speakers Bureau. She can be found at and on Twitter @GlobalSoccerMom.