Do you know what writing feels like? What it feels like to have to put your thoughts down on a page, articulate what’s going on in your brain, and pursue a passion (or at least a part of it) in the face of pushback and internal conflict?
Do you know what doing anything that’s worth anything feels like?
It feels like standing really close to a fire. Too close. Where your skin is starting to sweat and itch and burn; where you wish you could take two steps backwards and just be warm again. But you can’t. You’re stuck there. You’re fighting with yourself to move but you can’t.
You want to move, even to run away from this fire, but deep down inside your gut you know that this is worth it.
Even if it seems stupid and it hurts and you’re uncomfortable, it’s worth it.
My faith compels me to believe that I have been given a calling to move forward even in the uncertainty, to do and to believe God even when it seems stupid, and to trust that I’m not alone. God is with me.
But, man, writing or doing anything that’s worth anything will feel like you’re just a little too close to the fire.
There’s a story about some dudes who believed God even when it made them look really stupid. They actually stood IN a fiery furnace. Remember what happened to them? They didn’t die, God was with them, and it was worth it.