“Don’t work only while being watched, as people-pleasers, but work wholeheartedly, fearing the Lord.”

Colossians 3:22b (CSB) 

Dearest Reader,

I’m writing these words with my heart and eyes peeled on Hurricane Irma, threatening everything and everyone in her way. My typical Friday mood is heavy and watchful with whispered prayers. There’s an urgency in this day. We are all feeling it.

I considered not coming to the page today. Considered not participating in one of my favorite writing communities, Five Minute Friday. Until.

Until two words I heard in Bible Study earlier this week marched across my heart. More than two words, really, a statement. “A posture of surrendered obedience.” – Priscilla Shirer (from Discerning The Voice of God)

 

 

There are days when I circle my desk, distracted by menial tasks, topping off my coffee every few sips, glancing at the news and weather alerts lighting up my phone.

Procrastination at it’s finest. That’s me. God called, okay, seriously, he pushed me towards this writing gig. I negotiated for six months, listed my lack of accolades, lack of ability, all the justifiable excuses.

Slowly, He brought me to his way of thinking and I soon began to write publically. And then I looked around. The sin of pride, envy, comparison, and the need to build a platform invaded. My work became harder. I found myself not wanting to show up.

To work wholeheartedly is not about me. It’s not about platform, numbers, gaining popularity, becoming known; all the things that encompass the sin of pride.

To work wholeheartedly for the Lord is to show up. Show up, plant my backside in my writing chair, and write the words God writes across my heart.

It’s me aligning with Jesus, rather than expecting Jesus to align with me.

What work are you avoiding today?

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