Because this blog shows process, I decided not to delete the last post. I tend to make metaphors of not much. I worry what comes of my writing. I wonder if I waste my time on another draft. And then I remind myself what I know and get on with it.
When Grant was an infant I was all over the place. The year was good and bad at once. I learned to pray in a new way. (Constantly). And I started rereading the first half of Ephesians, grounding myself in my identity in Christ. Over and over, I’d read the short, encouraging chapters and pray that the words worked into rooted truth.
We need to preach to ourselves. We need to remember who we are. So with my writing, I repeat what I know:
I am a writer.
Practice and process are the point right now.
It’s okay to be small.
My work will land where it belongs.
So keep on.