So here I am at last blogging, because honestly I have been procrastinating this activity for the longest while. For some odd reason, I sometimes find myself at a loss for what to type, what I should say, what my message should be. Summertime ought to be a time of liberation, a season of renewal. Sometimes it can be. And sometimes it is a grand little escape from things that ought to become a priority in the months ahead. The new school year is falling in fast upon us, and I am still holding back when it comes to creative writing, art, etc. The past year have brought up so many new lessons and experiences, including a deepened relationship with my Savior. A new fire is beginning to kindle in my spirit, a new desire to somehow wield my pen for His purpose, rather than my own. This weekend my pastor at my church spoke on the Biblical takes on Work and Rest. He pointed out that too often we are consumed by either a worship of our work (jobs/pursuits/hobbies/daily vocations) or we are filled with constant angst over what this job could bring us or how it could change our lives. Too often we strive to prove ourselves at our jobs and work as somebody proficient and exceptional, and we fret over what promotions or security our work can bring us.
Coming from a writer’s perspective, this outlook can have its damaging effects. We lose focus of what really matters, we concentrate all our strength upon what a talent or skill could bring, while in fact it all boils down to how we go about it–rather than what we can do. My pastor emphasized that striving leads to dissatisfaction and focus on the self, while resting upon faith in the LORD will expand the opportunities (and the responsibilities) that a certain vocation or pursuit could bring. To bring this all into context on this writing blog, I just want to say that too often I as a budding young novelist and artist, tend to focus far too much on striving for a certain level of skill, achievement, or popularity. Frankly, it doesn’t matter what I can do–it doesn’t matter how many stories I can write in a year, or how often I blog, or how well I can render the images on my head onto paper. Rather, if none of that is striven for at the expense of my personal growth in the LORD, and at the expense of time spent daily with my savior, then what is the use of these passions, when they are not founded upon the greatest Love a man or woman could ever know.