Do it. Period

You may have noticed that I haven’t been blogging very regularly lately. I have a confession to make. I’m not lazy, and I certainly haven’t stopped having opinions. Nope.  What happened is this: I began listening to the voices in our society and the really mean voice inside my head, and perhaps there was another little evil voice from powers originating somewhere other than this realm, I’m not sure, and I began to think that I have nothing to say of meaning and value. Then I started thinking, “No one likes what I write anyway, who am I kidding?” What began with being disheartened by a reprehensible political climate went full blown into an epic pity party and then slowly morphed into being convinced that my writing is unnecessary, irrelevant, unread. I decided that if I just quit blogging, and maybe even writing novels, no one would even notice.

Armed with this new resolve, I went to church on Sunday morning.  Uh oh.  What happened then is this: Our youth pastor, Pastor Marthious’ sermon was about boldly accomplishing the work that God intends for us to accomplish. (Just Do It!)   My new attitude didn’t like to hear this.  My new attitude had become discouragedly convinced that I didn’t have a purpose.  Now, Marthious was showing me scripture that demands I acknowledge the talent God gifted me with and pressuring me to get out there and DO IT.  (As explanation, yes, there were other people in the congregation, I wasn’t alone in the sanctuary, but I’m saying me because it felt like Marthious and God were, in fact, speaking personally to me.)

So.  Here’s this week’s blog, and in the morning, I’m back working on novel number four.  I’m rejecting the voices (from inside and outside) that try to stop me from obeying God’s call for me, and I’m going to continue to do what I’m supposed to.