![]() ![]() ![]() In less than an hour, I had diminished myself, criticized all my work, decided to quit ministry, ignored God, and pushed away my greatest advocate and friend. My spiral began to spin faster and more chaotically. Then my husband, Zac, came in happy, having just met with God, and I snapped at him. I was spiraling fast into discouragement. In minutes with my phone, I decided that I was an inadequate writer, I was spending my life chasing things that mean nothing because I am nothing, I have nothing to say. Just as I decided to set my phone down, something else stole my attention.and the next thing I knew, I was on Instagram, noticing others’ wins and glories contrasted with my work in process that seemed to not be measuring up. I noticed an email about something I was working on, in which the sender was “constructively” critical of my work. ![]() But first, I thought, I need to spend time with God. ![]() This morning I woke up intending to write to you. “Take every thought captive.” They say authors write books for two reasons: either the author is an expert on the subject, or the subject makes the author desperate enough to spend years finding the answers. ![]()
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