The Class That Wrote My Life

What was your favorite subject in school?

The One Subject That Never Felt Like Homework

While some kids dreaded essay day, I secretly looked forward to it. While others groaned over book reports, I saw them as invitations into another world. English was never just a subject for me, it was a portal. Every story prompt felt like an open window where my imagination could finally breathe. Grammar rules and literature analysis were fine, but what truly lit me up was writing, stringing words together like beads, shaping thoughts into meaning, and realizing that my voice, however small, could make something beautiful.

When I think back, English class wasn’t about grades; it was about discovery. It taught me how to name the things inside me that I didn’t yet understand. And maybe that’s why I never stopped writing because somewhere between a blank page and a heartbeat, I learned that words could heal, rebuild, and reveal who I was becoming.

Lessons Between the Lines

English class taught me more than sentence structure; it taught me life structure. I learned that the same patience required to revise an essay is the patience needed to grow. As Proverbs 16:24 reminds us, “Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.” Writing gave me a way to taste that sweetness, to turn pain into language and confusion into clarity.

There was something holy about watching a rough draft transform. Every red pen correction was a quiet sermon: you can rewrite what doesn’t serve you. You can begin again. Much like God’s promise in Isaiah 43:19, “See, I am doing a new thing; now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”, writing taught me that new beginnings often start with the courage to revise what already exists.

As I grew older, I realized why English stood out: it was never just about words. It was about truth. Maya Angelou once said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” That line could have been written about every student who ever longed to be understood. English class gave me permission to tell that story, to give voice to the ache and let it transform into purpose.

Soul Insights

1. Writing as Worship

When I write, I feel closest to the Creator who first spoke light into existence. Words have power because God used them first. Genesis 1 reminds us that creation began with language: “And God said…” Writing became my act of imitation, of co-creation. Every time I wrote a story or essay, I wasn’t just completing an assignment; I was participating in something sacred: shaping order out of chaos.

2. The Power of Revision

English class showed me that first drafts are never the end. They’re beginnings disguised as messes. Just as we edit sentences for clarity, God edits our lives for alignment. He prunes, redirects, and refines until the message is true. As Ernest Hemingway said, “The first draft of anything is garbage.” But the rewriting, that’s where life happens. That’s where grace does its quiet work.

3. Storytelling as Healing

I didn’t know it then, but storytelling was therapy. When I wrote about fictional characters, I was really writing about myself. Stories helped me process emotions I couldn’t yet speak out loud. They made me brave enough to face truth. Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Sometimes, He does it through pen and paper.

4. Words as Legacy

Long after tests were forgotten, words remained. The essays, the poems, the reflections, they became a record of who I was becoming. They whispered reminders of God’s faithfulness and my own growth. As C.S. Lewis once said, “We read to know we are not alone.” Writing, then, became my way of saying, You’re not alone either. It became a legacy of connection.

5. Purpose Hidden in Passion

I didn’t realize it back then, but my favorite subject was hinting at my future. What felt like play was actually purpose in disguise. Romans 12:6 says, “We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us.” My gift was language. My task is to use it to inspire, heal, and build bridges between souls. What started as a class assignment became a lifelong calling.

Final Thoughts: The Page That Never Ends

English was never just a subject, it was the beginning of everything I love. It’s the reason I write today, the reason I believe words can shift atmospheres and hearts. Looking back, I see God’s fingerprints even in those school essays and short stories. He was training me, shaping me through the art of storytelling.

So to every student who ever thought their favorite subject was “just a class”, look closer. Your joy might be your clue. The thing that makes you lose track of time may be the thing that carries you into your purpose.

Your Turn

What was your favorite subject in school and why? Look deeper. There’s likely a seed of destiny hiding there. Write about it. Pray about it. Let God show you how even your childhood joys were part of His divine syllabus for your life.

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