The choice I should have made a long time ago

So where were we?

Oh, yes. Last we spoke, I had returned from a month-long break from blogging and social media to focus more time in worship, and I said God had revealed a new vision for my writing life.

For those who question the sanity of anyone who says God reveals things to them, please know I once shared your line of thinking. I also once questioned the sanity of anyone who loved coffee. That was before caramel macchiatos came into my life.

We all have our maturing to do.

In my last post, I promised to share with you this new vision God laid out for me. I am a woman of my word, so put on your listening ears. Continue reading “The choice I should have made a long time ago”

The test for selfish ambition {#DreamChaser series}

Last week, we talked about the often-misunderstood Biblical directive to avoid selfish ambition.

(Read: Is my dream selfish ambition?)

As a godly dream chaser, the very phrase “selfish ambition” strike fear into my heart. I spent many years fearing my dream was selfish, to the point of not moving forward with the dream God had laid on my heart.

(Read: Giving My Specific Dream to God)

Today, though I have come to a much clearer understanding of what it means to “do nothing out of selfish ambition,” (Philippians 2:3) I still routinely check myself and my pursuits against the selfish ambition test. Continue reading “The test for selfish ambition {#DreamChaser series}”

Does what I do even matter to anyone?

 

Babylon Bee, my favoritist tongue-in-cheek news site, shared an article on their Facebook page earlier this week that especially tickled me. The title: “Pastor Labors All Weekend On Church Blog Post Approximately Four People Will End Up Reading.”

Did you laugh?

So did I. I laughed because it is TRUE.

I saw myself in the pastor’s shoes. My goodness, I feel exactly this way every single week. I could have coffee daily with this emotion we are so tight.

I pour time, energy – and, yes, money – into this blog. I care DEEPLY about it. But, inevitably, as the words tumble onto the screen each week, the question poking at my emotional core is, “Does this even matter?” Continue reading “Does what I do even matter to anyone?”