When Joy Met Service
I remembered something big today. Writing makes me happy. I’m not sure how I forgot such a basic idea, but I did. See, I have experienced lots of extremes with writing. I’ve put it above everything else in my life, banished it entirely, and shoved it lots of places in between. We have history, writing and I. And because of this, I’m very intentional about the role of writing in my life.
And I think that’s good.
But somewhere along this path of intentionality I forgot how much I enjoy writing. Not all of it, mind you. Many times, it’s hard and messy and highlights my insecurities way too effectively. But there are moments when I feel so alive. So happy. So privileged to write this story.
And I think that’s great.
For many years, I thought if I enjoyed something too much, I couldn’t possibly be serving God. I thought service must always require both sacrifice and drudgery. But I don’t think that’s true. God feels joy when I find joy in the work He’s set before me.
And I think that’s amazing.
So now I pass the writer baton to you, reader friend. How do you find joy in what you create? Please do tell.