My share of excuses

I’m tired.

I can’t think straight.

I haven’t been journaling.

My quiet time is non-existent.

Yep. Those are my share of excuses. I know I’m a better writer when I can write my morning pages. It gets my negative inner critic out of my head and onto paper. Then I can see how really wrong she is.

But … I’m tired and I can’t think straight. Like really, scary, crooked thoughts.

Like I should order this book and I look over and it’s in my pile to be read.

Like how did Facebook know yesterday was my anniversary and pull a picture and wish me a happy anniversary — when it was really Duck who posted it under my account because he doesn’t have one.

Like I’m kinda scared to do anything for work in case I mess something else up royally.

So, instead of making yet another excuse, I went ahead and wrote this out. I will probably look at it tomorrow and realize how crazy it all sounds. But at least I wrote.

And then life happens …

What happens when you have a mountain-top experience with God and then you come back home with the best of intentions?

Life Happens.

You get sick. Your husband gets sick. Your child gets sick.

Work deadlines loom.

You are ok for awhile because you had prepared yourself mentally. You are smart. You know that your dream isn’t going to happen in a week or even two.

And then God wakes you up at 3am and won’t let you go back to sleep.

Your mind races. All of the work you need to do. The family stuff you need to do. All of the dream chasing you need to do.

Then you remember why you named your blog simply His. Because most days that’s all you need to do — remember that you are simply His. He loves you. And He’s got this!

So now that you’ve written on your blog like you know He’s called you to do, maybe — just maybe — you can go back to sleep.

Called Out

Friday night at the P31 OBS Retreat, Melissa talked about Dream Killers and asked us to write our dream on an index card.

I refused.

I knew my God-sized dream was to write. I didn’t need to write it down.

After the session, Shelly looks me straight in the eyes and says, “so what’s your dream?”

I proceeded to give her my standard response … I feel God called me to write — not anything like a book — but just on my blog.

Saturday at lunch, Nicki turns to me and says “Lisa B, do you have a book inside you?”

And I couldn’t not say yes.

I tried to lessen the dream God’s given me. And He called me out.

Thanks Nicki, Shelly, Melissa and Lisa A for letting God speak through you this weekend.