You know me. Passionate: right or wrong. But there's more. I need purpose. I need to know there's something I can do. And it isn't just anything. It's not routine. It has to be that certain something where I know it's me who has to do it.
It took me 8 and 1/2 years to write my first monster tome. Incredibly large book about horse racing. I was full of purpose, but I'd never written a book. I had to learn the immense determination in the process of writing it. I also had a divine purpose to write that one, and after every lag in the journey, I wondered if I could do it. Could I finish it? It was definitely the divinity in the purpose that gave me the perseverance to complete that massive novel. Granted, it wouldn't be the same book if I'd written it in current times, but it has served a purpose. One I needed but even more beneficial: it has served to bless some of its readers.
Following that completion, I started a sequel, but it expanded to the size of the first one, and I quit writing it. I had a new purpose, a different book. The Famous One was written and finished in a matter of months, not years. Then I wrote three more novels in one year, all over 140K words. Then I slowed down but kept writing. Finished two more. Worked on getting TFO published.
Now it's been a long dry spell with three novels in progress, one I'm focusing on that's taking the same kind of determination as my first one. I've struggled with my purpose. I've languished with self-doubt and all those thoughts and practices which rob me of purpose. And when you hide my purpose, I'm not me.
So. Here's to being purpose-full. To doing what we're designed to do. To making sure we find that direction we set aside or misplaced. I don't know about you, but I need to be full of purpose.
Father, only you provide the inspiration and purpose. Apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.