Wednesday, February 8, 2017



Sometimes I wait on inspiration to write
Sometimes I can’t wait any longer
That’s when it is called “work”
And work it is
Grimacing over every word and idea
Fighting off the demons of criticism and lack
Wishing that the winds would come
Lifting me into the heavens
Where everything is easy and light and free

Or is it?

Could it be that work is where we really find God
Instead of all of those angels
Could it be that in the wrestling
We meet the greatest One of them all
He might cripple us for the rest of our lives
But He just might meet us right in our need
Teach us something new
Give us something bright
Something no one else will ever understand
Nor will we ever want them to
Because it is ours

So keep moving along
Keep writing the words of your living song

You are making a world of difference

And it is very, very beautiful


Dedicated to my wife, Melissa, the hardest working person I’ve ever met.

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