Got nothing to say today but still want to practice the discipline of sitting here... fingers ready... typing. I am writing because I promised myself I would write. Because most gifts of dreams that we hope to make something of don't just flourish in those rare moments of divine inspiration, they grow in the agonizing moments of sheer determination and discipline. Am I right? Those muscles don't appear while sitting in the shower thinking "Boy, I should exercise." No, they come with the pain on the elliptical and the sweat in the gym. So, I'm here... exercising.
I'm having one of those "fat" moments. Not physically (though the gym wouldn't be a bad idea), but in my head. Those moments when you stare down at your stomach and think..."it's just no use." I'm staring at this keyboard thinking "its just no use. Lord, what have you given me to say. What can I say that hasn't been said a million times over. What's the point?"
Truth is, only He knows the point. Maybe that's the point. I don't know why He would want me to write but I know that He does. I know that I love it. Know that when He and I are done sifting through this part of the process... there will be something to show for it. It will have very little to do with me other than my finally letting go of my pride and my fear and my me-ness enough to let Him have His way with this life of mine. This talent of mine.
Right now its just one foot in front of the other for the sheer discipline of it. Sometimes you have to try to run before you realize just how out of shape you are.
Left
Right
Left. Right.
left right.
leftrightleftrightleftrightleftright...
Soon I'll be off and running.
