This season, in our lives, is one of shifting times on multiple fronts. We’re facing developments professionally and personally. The boys are changing and growing. Aiden has fully embraced the terrible 2’s.
We are riding the waves of life. In these moments it can be a challenge to keep focused and not get frustrated.
Every moment I first sit at the keyboard, I send up a silent prayer.
Please let the words make a difference and let me never forget to tell my story.
I was seated in the office of County Commissioner Christian Leinbach the other morning. I asked him about his motivations and background as a government official who is also a believer. He quoted a pair of verses from Proverbs 31:
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves,
for the rights of all who are destitute.
Speak up and judge fairly;
defend the rights of the poor and needy.
Everyone deserves a voice at the table, even if they can’t speak. Our job as writers is to give them voice and let their words take flight. We are tasked with making words that change things, whether it is inspiring our spouse, children, coworkers, or the public.
Those of us who are genuine do it to make a difference, they do it in the dark nights before selling a single copy or putting a single page in front of a reader and waiting for their response.
We also must remember that our story is our own. The gut instinct is to find value in comparisons. The secret is, they don’t matter. You were given a story to tell. It is different from every other one on the planet. When you try to change your story to fit a different one, you lose authenticity.
In the uncertain and tumultuous times, you press on. Raise your hand in the static. Answer the calling.
Pressure is progress. Change is good. The future will be here before we open our eyes to recognize it.
Don’t miss your chance.