Of course, as soon as I sit down to write my mind is accosted with the suffocating knowledge that I am completely incompetent. I don’t have what it takes. I don’t. I don’t! Abort!!Abort!!
And then this fresh air blows in:
I remember I am just a womb, an empty vessel, and that apart from the Lord I can do nothing. No plant ever came from soil without a seed. I don’t have what it takes, alone, but with a seed some pretty beautiful things can happen. And who is my seed? God is the source of anything good I’ve ever done and anything good I’ve ever made. He’s the one with all the ideas. Why do I always forget that? I am a God-dependent creature through and through.
I take a deep breath, let the pressure to be brilliant roll off, and pray, “God, you be the brilliant one. I’ll take notes.” Then I start to work.
“…sit in front of the computer and say, ‘Lord, unless you do it, it won’t get done, so you jolly well better do it.’ …” – Sally Lloyd-Jones