begin again...

Well, I’ll be real…I have been sucking.

I have been struggling so hard to get back on track with all my goals. It is ALWAYS something.

I too busy.
I’m too tired.
Life is too much right now.

I know its warfare.

Particularly on the writing front.

A while back, I wrote about how I “knew” what this was all about. I wrote about a clarity that I had gained about where I was heading and what the some of the “end game” of all of this is.

I was reminded this weekend about that. I had the chance to speak in a church. When I teach about Christ, when I write, when I share my heart with others in this way…it feels like home. I know that this is the direction I am supposed to be moving and I know this journey is about the discipline I need to have to get there.

Since that moment of clarity…It has been a fight. Its been a wild and intense struggle to accomplish what I am supposed to accomplish each day.

So today, I am starting over.

I am going back to my check off board that I started months ago. I am marking off the tally marks for the seven things that I commit to do each day.

I have been off track, but that is the beauty of doing things for the Lord, the best way to get back on track is to simply…start moving.

So here I go.


I am CERTAIN, I will screw up. I am CERTAIN that I will fail sometimes. But I am moving in all the ways, toward all the things Jesus asked me to do. I’m moving…so He can move.

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