During this month of Nonstop November, I’ve been writing every single day, regardless of train of thought, or articulation, or inspiration, or motivation, or any other -ation.
I just write.
I just do it.
Prior to this month, I had always enjoyed writing, but I had never considered myself to be a writer, or a lover of writing, or someone who is passionate about writing. But, I’ve believed for a long time that I have some things to say. I love to preach and teach, and present to classrooms or groups, so I knew that much about myself.
What I wasn’t prepared for was this: I’m calling myself a writer.
It’s a bit scary, honestly, because I know once I’ve jumped off that cliff I won’t be able to stop until I hit some water. I like the water, it’s nice, and there aren’t any rocks below, so I’m not worried too much. Not a lot is at stake. But, I’ll get wet. And I’ll be falling. Both of which are a little uncomfortable.
That’s how I view this whole writing thing – diving into something I don’t really know, being very uncomfortable, like getting soaked while wearing all my clothes, and falling until I hit something and get some sort of bearings.
And I don’t think I’m very good at this writing thing. Actually, I know I’m not very good at it. But I love it and I’m going to do it. I’m going to do it because I care about it. I’m going to do it because I’m passionate about writing truth uniquely, articulating questions and wanderings in a way that’s relatable, and conveying Jesus in a light that some may not have yet seen.
Of course, I get the fear knocking around inside my head, telling me that I can’t write and don’t communicate well enough. But I’m going to tell it to shut up and write any way.
Sometimes we have to do that with fear: tell it to shut up and go do it any way.
The hopeful thing about doing stuff even in the midst of fear, especially writing or speaking, is that God hears our voice and sees what we do even if no one else does, and never discredits us when our goal is to honor Him.