The first Friday of the new year.
Let’s do it. Let’s just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Let your mind and your words and your heart fly free; wild – no editing, no over thinking.
Won’t you join me?
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – don’t edit; don’t second-guess.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Must: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!
“There was also Benaiah son of Jehoiada, a valiant warrior from Kabzeel. He did many heroic deeds…he chased a lion down into a pit. Then, despite the snow and slippery ground, he caught the lion and killed it.” 2 Samuel 23:20-21.
I am from the land of scorched earth and unforgiving sun. No snow in southern Africa. But lions we have. And fear and hard earned freedom. I bring them both with me when I unpack my life and my luggage Stateside.
I have had seasons of brave and seasons of scared. But I have never had a calling I hear roaring in my ears as loud as this year. Out into the heat at high noon I will walk toward it. I will chase it down pits and leap wide unknowns to keep hold of that tale. I will roar back at it.
I will roar and beat my chest and then whisper at midnight while the house sleeps, “thank you for using me Jesus.” I am so grateful to be useful. These thirty seven years of life not all eaten up yet by jobs that left me hungry. I have this work and I hold it now in both hands because I love it enough to wrestle it to the ground on the hard days.
I will roar toward April. Here in my chest where the Holy Spirit resides – I will do battle on snowy days that still smell like Africa if you close your eyes and let the heat of your passion burn up your fear.
If you’re chasing lions this year, I can’t recommend Mark Batterson’s book on the subject highly enough – mine’s all marked up already.
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