This is the fourth post of a four part series: Confessions As I Anticipate Grief.
“As long as the people don’t fear the truth, there is hope. For once they fear it, the one who tells it doesn’t stand a chance. And today, truth is still beautiful… but so frightening.”
I don’t want to admit this, but I feel alone sometimes. In the sea of people in my home everyday, I feel alone. Not right now, because I am writing this alone, but when I am with people I feel alone. And knowing I can’t do it alone makes me feel like a failure. I know I am not, but I feel like I am. We can’t let feelings trump truth, can we? The truth is, I sound like a four year old when I say, “I can do it all by myself.”
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Have you ever felt God moving you in a direction you feel under qualified?
Maybe even scared?
A direction that seems impractical or a bit too audacious?
I sure do right now.
For years, I have felt a little whisper in my heart to write. To actually take my writing seriously. Maybe even write a book. In fact, this isn’t the first time I am writing about writing. Maybe it’s writer’s block, or confidence block, or obedience block, but I never seem to go ALL IN.
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Gotta start somewhere, even if it’s in the middle. I keep waiting for the first of the month, the new year, a monday (or Sunday for some of you) or a birthday, to start. Time is funny in that way. As if January 1 is any different than Dec 29. Time has a way of marking progress, or lack of it. I mean, what’s wrong with starting on a Thursday, June 20?
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