Into the Fire

A writer's tears . . . frustration when the story won't gel, or the words don't come, or the tempo seems off, or the characters won't cooperate. Small things in this world, but to the isolation of a writer in the zone, these things can raise the blood pressure, cause a surge of anxiety, and remind us of our utter humanity and failures, plus they accelerate our humility, reverse our concentration, and keep us looking up to the One who gives us words, peace, and a more complete sense of reality.

Although this is the life in which we function, we must remember the dire needs of others, the spiritual focus which slips aside so often. People are dying spiritually every day. And nothing is more important than their souls. Eternity awaits us all, and it isn't an imaginary journey to a heaven or a hell. It is either or.

Sometimes the tears are rerouted . . . where they can do the most good.

Father, help us keep the perspective you desire for us. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.