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.
My favorite coffee shops have an atmosphere that I think church was intended to have. It feels like a place God would hang out at a lot, a Central Perk I would find Him sitting in if He had some spare time or wanted to cross paths with His friends.
I debated this entire blog post. Honestly, because I thought it would be just a little too honest and a little too close to home. But I realized that the 4th of July is upon us and in the same second I realized I haven’t written a blog post in a long time.
It’s so easy for me to read over that verse and think of the little coloring pages in my head. I can still see the labels and I think, “The helmet of salvation was purple and the belt of truth was gold” and on it goes.