Writers dedicated to projects find extreme difficulties in locating the itch to scratch. Runners have a high. Weightlifters push reality beyond normal abilities. Writers fixed on creating echoes end up screaming into salt stained pillows. Committing to a writing journey is masterfully disciplined by years of dusty dreams and wickedly wild answers to questions that never come up but by God you're ready for them! Can a writer heal the open wounds created by a self that refuses to stop pushing? I laugh out loud hoping it'll drown out my heart shouting, "Ouch!"
People keep asking, "Where did you get such an odd subject to write about?" This picture tells the story. Lyrics to a song fell through a mountain of stress and its scent fertalized the soil with roots I could no longer ignore.
Steven Furtick writes in his new book Greater about finding a true belief in your calling. It doesn't have to be a minster, preacher or church leader. Locate your love in life and lift it to a greater level of existance.
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