Showing Up Anyway
Currently sitting on the couch, cozied up with a blanket draped over me. I’ve been here long enough for my once piping-hot coffee to turn ice-cold. Everything in my flesh is telling me not to write. The battle in the spiritual realm feels so real. Lord, help me to write. My goal has always been to write at least one blog a day, hoping that consistent practice will improve my writing skills. But when it’s time to actually do it, I freeze. I come up with every excuse to keep my fingers off the keyboard. Perfectionism rushes in, already judging and critiquing a blank page. I’m ready to step into what God is calling me to, yet I’m faced with doubt and fear. My mind turns against itself, overwhelmed by every reason not to start. But here I am, showing up. No longer searching for the perfect words—just words in general. I don’t need every sentence to be powerful; I just need them to exist on paper. One page, Amanda. That’s all it is. And somehow, I’m already a quarter of the way there. Using...