Last year I started to write a book dedicated to how losing Troy actually led towards me having a relationship with God. It was admittedly hard to write as I decided to start from the beginning, and working through some of the trauma(for me) during my earlier years.
I don’t know if I’ve ever came right out and said it here, but I struggled with depression for sooo many years. It runs in the family and it had a hold on me for a long time. So as I was writing, I was finding it more and more difficult to continue because of all the emotions that it was invoking in me.
I came to a realization this week, that I fell for a trick of the enemy. I stopped writing a book that God told me to write because I allowed my flesh, my emotions to rule over me. Looking back I realize that if I need to cry while I’m writing my message then so be it. My readers will be able to feel the passion in my words and maybe just maybe it will save someone.
I’m giving myself a deadline and an action plan to complete one aspect of my mission here on earth. If there is something that God has placed on your heart, I urge you to make a move today. There will never be a perfect time, there will always be something that comes up.