Y’all, I’m an over thinker. Big time. I’ll stress about the tiniest details of a project right before I turn it in-did we describe that one section well enough? And don’t even get me started on my interactions with people. Primarily people I don’t know that well.
Sometimes it’s all too easy for me to yearn for approval from others. I just want those girls to like me and to actually want to hang out with me. Or I just want a boy to express interest in me. And when I don’t get those things, though I might not admit it, even to myself, I feel rejected, less than, inferior.
But here’s the amazing, heart-wrenching, leap-for-joy part: Worshiping is not about me, because of me, or influenced by my feelings at all. It’s all because of and for God.
Setting aside time to pray and meditate on Scriptures is a way to submit ourselves to God’s hand. It’s our way of saying, “Yes, I choose to follow You, God. I always choose to follow You. I want to know more about You. Show me Your Word, Your Truth, Your Light. Work in my life.”
If Christianity is the thing everyone’s doing, it might lose a bit of its realness.
It becomes more of a cultural thing than a Jesus thing.
God calls us to make disciples of all the nations. As writers, what does that mean?
Can we honor God with our writing even if we don’t necessarily write for the Christian market? And how do we do that?