Reflections

Just over three years ago, my life took an exciting turn when the Lord opened the door for me to step into writing full time.

It’s been a time of highs and lows I didn’t anticipate. Well, I knew there’d be highs and lows. I didn’t anticipate the heights and depths or the intensity of each.

Frustration with getting published led to discouragement and the temptation to give it up and become a greeter at Wal-Mart.

But, I’m still here. Still writing. Still have days when I don’t know why.

Days when I get up in the morning and go to my writing room and stare at the blank screen, when it seems like it takes all morning to write one hundred words. And every one of them is crap.

But, I’m still here.

Even on those downer days when I look to heaven and say, “Remember, this was Your idea.”

But, I’m still here.

Because He’s called me to write. Leaving the care of it to Him is sometimes the biggest struggle.

He’s opened new doors to teach, to edit and coach and mentor. And make money at it.

New doors to ghostwrite and collaborate.

I’m still here because I have wife who loves and encourages me.

I have writing friends, mentors and partners who are closer than a brother or sister.

I’m still here because, while the vision has dimmed at times, the fire won’t go out. It comes back to life even after it looked cold and dead.

I’m here because He gives me the desires of my heart and He hasn’t changed any of them. This season continues so strong, I can’t see myself doing anything else. Ever.

So, I’m still here. And I’ll stay here. Working on my craft, working with other writers to help them be the best they can.

To keep growing because he hasn’t finished with me yet. To do all I can to bring Him honor and glory for all He’s done for me.