I have to admit I am stuck.
I'm a writer so this is my issue, it may not be yours, but I bet you have something similar.
When I write I'm a panster.
Panster. That means I sit in my chair and let the words flow from my fingers. I love writing that way.
Then one day I decided I should learn to be better prepared like those Plotters.
Plotter. They write down every chapter and what is going to happen a real outline. Sounded wonderful.
So I crawled out of my pretty panster chair and plotted a book. Only then I couldn't write the story. It felt dead, characters thinner than a spider web--Spider webs were more exciting as they look invisible but you can feel them on your skin.
So what could I do about it? Pray, yes of course, but it wasn't until I came upon this verse in Romans that I got it.
"Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and others for common use?" Romans 9:20
Yes! That's it! If you take out special purposes and common use and put in panster and plotter it becomes clear to me that we are made the way we are on purpose! I knew that but I needed to be reminded.
So I'm getting cozy in my panster chair. Ah it feels good to be home where I belong.
How about you? Have you been climbing out of your pretty place trying to be something else?