(Psst: Read all the way to the end for an exciting opportunity!)
Since this past winter, I’ve been dreaming of writing another book. A book that will share my struggle with food addiction but will, more importantly point readers to the victory found in Jesus. A book for women overwhelmed by diets and mistakes and guilt and despair. A book that will not offer empty promises but will point to the Promise-Keeper.
And I’ve tinkered with that book. I’ve talked about it. Prayed about it. Told my close friends about it. I’ve even written about 2/3rds of the content.
But this past week I’ve been avoiding that book, because finishing that last part means I’ll have to launch it into the world, and I’m afraid of what the response will be.
- What if it’s not good enough?
- What if people scoff at it or call me a heretic?
- What if I write shallow fluff that sells well but doesn’t point people to Jesus?
Fear is a terrible master.
And so I’ve procrastinated. I’ve spent too many hours on Facebook and Twitter and YouTube. I’ve learned about how to bundle insurance policies and I’ve spruced up my Pinterest boards. I’ve printed coupons and made dinner for a new mom.
Basically, I’ve done everything but write a book.
But here’s the thing about dreams: they don’t just happen on their own; they require work and prayer to come true.
Solomon says it this way:
For a dream comes through much activity,
And a fool’s voice is known by his many words.
I don’t want to be a fool, talking all day long about my dreams but not doing anything to move them forward. I want to take action, finish this book, and launch it into the world.
Because I won’t be available for God’s next dream until I finish working on this one.
And only He knows what great and wonderful things He has in store for me, dreams that I’m missing out on because I’m pandering my time instead of funneling my fringe hours into finishing this project.
So this is it. I’m committing to you, my online community, that I will finish this book by the end of the month. That’s five days. A stretch, but doable if I focus. Will you keep me accountable? Ask me how I’m doing? And come July 1, ask me if I’m done? (And while you’re at it, ask for His annointing on these words, that they will point readers to the only One who can set us free from our addictions?) I’d really appreciate it.