It’s really easy for me to make “Jesus was perfect” synonymous with “Jesus never had to deal with annoying human stuff.” But he did. What if I’m not meant to rebel so fiercely to what is ordinary throughout my day?
We don’t want to learn. We want to file away someone’s insight, like a quote on an index card in our minds. We don’t want to have to know it to be true by forging each letter ourselves in the fires of failure. Getting it wrong.
You are not a forgery of an artist because the process is difficult. The presence of struggle doesn’t imply the absence of grace and gifting. Wring them out.
Start with all your excuses. The page isn’t afraid of them.