Sometimes I don’t know if I can do this whole writing shebang. And at times, I don’t want to. Some days I just want to curl up and watch TV. Not read. Because if I read, I edit. I can’t stop myself.
It’s tough. Writing is a very solitary career. It’s also exhausting. I’m more tired after writing 500 words than after running three miles. And don’t even get me started on marketing. Selling a book is harder than selling a polka dot bikini in the South Pole.
Most days, I don’t think I have it in me. I don’t think I can do it.
And you know what, I’m right.
I can’t do it.
I have a whiteboard on the wall behind my desk. I use it to jot down notes, goals, and reminders. But the most important reminder is in the top right corner.
So you see I can’t do it, but God can.
If I try to write in my own power—with my own talent—it’s absolutely heinous. I can barely form a sentence. But if I pray first before resting my fingers on the keyboard, the words flow. If I try every marketing gimmick in the book, my sales ranking on Amazon barely budges. But if I pray, well, I still don’t understand the rhyme or reason of the Amazon sales rankings. But after praying it doesn’t matter so much anymore. As long as I’m doing what God has called me to do.
There is a direct correlation between my joy in my chosen career and my reliance on God. But this isn’t true just for writers. It’s true in any profession, any ministry, and any relationship.
Four simple words can make all the difference.
Not I, but Christ.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. Galations 2:20