Such procrastination I tolerate within myself about my writing! My insecurities with it befuddle me. I am not used to insecure feelings. I usually have a boldness about things I do. But this writing, at least this soul journey book, is so tender… as close to purity as I can get at each moment… a tiny bouquet of God’s sweet soul kisses to me, that I pull back often as I approach this current edit because it feels I’m getting close to releasing it and that fills me with dread. What if they don’t like it?
As soon as I write these words, I know the fear has no validity. Enough people have read the older versions and responded favorably. I must defeat this spirit of discouragement. I have prayed out loud, “Spirit of discouragement, leave me! In the name of Jesus, be gone! You are not holy and you do not belong here in my sacred soul. Leave me and do not return! In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and God, I command you. Amen.”
I print the next chapter for my critique group and send it off.
painting by Sulamith Wulfing