I prefer to downplay the role of art in my life because art isn’t logical. It’s not sensible, there’s no guarantee it will bring home the bacon. Surely God has called me to do something more stable with my life.
God isn’t bland. He’s not safe. But he’s as steady as a rock.
He told me so just last week. So then I get pumped feeling like I’m on the brink of some adrenaline spiking adventure, the kind I’ve daydreamed about for years. And I sit down to write and I slog bravely through a few rough patches.
And then I hit a snag. And by snag I mean I have suddenly lost all ability to read and write. The page is colors and symbols and I don’t know what it means. My adventure becomes worse than mundane. It’s an illusion. A happy story I made up when the sun was shining and the birds were singing.
I lose my faith.
The truth is God called me to do this. I may never see the end result. It may be too many mundane tasks and hard days to be called an adventure. But God said, “Write.” So I’m writing. Because ultimately all I want is to be working for God. I work through Him. I work for Him. I press on.
What gets you through the mundane or impossible moments?