Sometimes I wait on inspiration to write

Sometimes I can’t wait any longer

That’s when it is called “work”

And work it is

Grimacing over every word and idea

Fighting off the demons of criticism and lack

Wishing that the winds would come

Lifting me into the heavens

Where everything is easy and light and free


Or is it?


Could it be that work is where we really find God

Instead of all of those angels

Could it be that in the wrestling

We meet the greatest One of them all

He might cripple us for the rest of our lives

But He just might meet us right in our need

Teach us something new

Give us something bright

Something no one else will ever understand

Nor will we ever want them to

Because it is ours


So keep moving along

Keep writing the words of your living song

You are making a world of difference


And it is very, very beautiful



Dedicated to my wife, Melissa, the hardest working person I’ve ever met.

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