If you look closely at this picture, right there with her little head on my foot, is my pug Lucy when she was a tiny puppy. I remember that day. It was a writing day, the one day that I had set aside each week to work furiously on whatever writing project was before me. My family knew that on writing day they were on their own. I didn’t cook, clean or referee and they weren’t supposed to interrupt me unless someone was bleeding or something was on fire. I was passionate, determined, persistant and worked hard at learning my craft. I believed that God called me to write and He blessed my efforts with the publication of several books and articles.
Except for the occasional blog, it has been several years since I have done any writing. Life has thrown challenge after challenge at me and frankly, I got tired. Passion, determination and joy require energy. I set down my writing to pick up a fire hose and put out the fires of urgency because I didn’t know what else to do. I was okay with that for a time. But there has remained a deep ache in my heart….a feeling that something was missing.
I am still weary. I don’t feel passion, determination or joy. But I know, as sure as I know anything, that I am called to write. God doesn’t need me to have energy, passion, determination or joy. He just wants me to obey, one step at a time. Today is my writing day. I will finish this blog and then I will work on my favorite manuscript…..unless someone is bleeding or something is on fire.
So I say, “My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord. I remember my affliction and my wandering , the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope. Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness!