Inside me there is this desire to write.
To harness all the passion, desire, and energy inside and force it into beautifully written words for the glory of God.
I want to unleash the fierce tiger inside the cage of my soul, but I’m scared. I keep her locked up and, with white knuckles, I clutch the only key.
Instead of laying down quietly to sleep, the tiger is pacing the cage. She pounces each time I entertain the idea of letting her out.
But each time, I hear the same lies swirling around me like leaves in the wind. I don’t believe that what I have to say is worth reading.
I think so-and-so is already doing it better. I think all the things I’m passionate about have already been said and said better than I could say them.
I assume everyone else has read all I’ve read and experienced all I’ve experienced and therefore already knows everything I’m excited to say.
Even if they do, they haven’t heard it my way. In my voice. With my flavor.
That could make all the difference.
Maybe God will give me a new thing to say. Maybe I won’t just spit back what others have already said before.
Maybe He has a message for ME to share.
Maybe I’ll just dive in and start the only way I know how and maybe, just maybe, He’ll take over and write things I could never imagine.
The only way to know is to do it. To stop fearing and talking myself out of it and instead reach with trembling hands into my pocket and pull out the key to unlock the cage.
Let that wild tiger run free.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. (Galations 5:1)