I'll be honest with you.
I've spent more time than I'd like to admit overthinking, second-guessing, and doubting what God placed inside me. A lot of time. An embarrassing amount, honestly.
I knew God had called me to write a book. I could feel it. And yet it took me three years to finish — because the voice in my head was relentless.
Who do you think you are. What if it's not good enough. What will they say.
I'd start, stall out, talk myself out of it, come back, stall out again. It wasn't a discipline problem. It wasn't even a faith problem.
It was a thought problem.
The lies I'd come into agreement with were louder than anything God was saying. And no amount of trying harder, planning better, or praying more was getting to the root of it.
But I kept going anyway. Messy, afraid, and unsure — and God showed up.
He'll show up for you too, friend. But first, we have to deal with what's running underneath.
"It wasn't a discipline problem. It wasn't even a faith problem. It was a thought problem."
