Recently I’ve had the chance to transition my day job. I’ll always call it a day job, in that it supports the writing dream.
We all need to have the deeper current running under our souls pulling us forward.
Today I was trained by a guy named Ben. Ben was an interesting guy, gun fanatic, video game fan and comic reader. We were making small talk when he said something that stuck with me. He said:
“I’m a pessimistic guy. I feel like you find the level of crap (he used a different word) you like in your life and get comfortable.”
Know anyone like this?
I recently listened to a podcast from Pastor Erwin McManus, one of my favorite inspirational church leaders. He spoke about faith being a nonsense, in that it exists outside our run of taste, smell, touch, hearing, and vision. It is our connection with the divine.
We often confuse faith as a noun when it is really a verb.
There’s a moment in life, a balancing on the edge of time. Athletes know it in the release of the pitch, the height of the serve, the Hail Mary pass in the final seconds. Teachers feel it in the silence of an answered question.
Expectant mothers in the pause between birth and first breath.
You have a choice. The moment bends both ways. See it in darkness or light. Moving forward or back. Success or failure. Goal or denial. Run or stumble.
Then grasp your next moment and do it again.
I can’t give up. There’s too many dreams to fulfill, too much good to create, too tight of a community to join. Our story isn’t over. I refuse to believe that.
I refuse to go down without a fight.
I let Ben’s comment drift past on the afternoon breeze and looked out the window dreaming of the future, excited at the changes that are coming and where we are called to go.
Never give up. As long as you are still breathing, your story isn’t over. Balance on the moment and look forward. See faith as a verb and not a noun and see what God is waiting to pour into your life.