Hi! So, it’s been awhile since I actually posted any legitimate writing on this writing blog.
I guess that’s awkward.
The last writing I posted was from National Poetry Writing Month in May. But guess what? Some of that poetry writing actually ended up being the catalyst for a bigger lesson God was working on in my heart.
And that lesson prompted the article I wrote below.
This was originally published last month on The Rebelution, and the link to the rest of it is on their site.
I stomped my foot in excited defiance at the thought. “Talk about doing hard things!”
I heard my own words, and it was like I’d been shot in the gut.
A moment before, I had been giddy with pride and joy because an author I respected had complimented and shared some of my work. But the self-centeredness of my reaction shocked even myself.
“Out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks,” Jesus said.
And in that one exclamation, I’d figured out something very unpleasant about my heart.
It hurts to tell this story. I wrestled with deciding if it really needed brought up or not. But it was a milestone for me in a journey of something God has been teaching me for a while: Why do I do hard things?