I get really bored when I’m not challenged. I quickly want to throw in the towel and walk away because there’s really no point to doing what I do. I remember being challenged back in high school. I hated AP Chemistry because it was so tough, but that’s exactly why it was my favorite class. I was challenged.
It’s the same way right now. One of the reasons I’m doing what I’m doing is because it’s challenging. It’s challenging to learn a completely new trade that I had no interest in before (but that I’m surprisingly learning to enjoy). It’s challenging to refine my character day in and day out. It’s challenging to overcome resistance and write the things that I don’t want to write. Some days it’s challenging to drag my feet out of bed before nine o’clock.
But it’s so worth it.
On the other side of everything I do is a changed world. Orphans are fed, justice is served, miracles happen, homes are provided, people daily step into a new relationship with Christ, and surprisingly, I dream even more.
I have ideas and I have dreams that might take a lifetime to achieve. I want to put a dent in human trafficking before I die. I want to build my own music studio where 70% of the profits go to nothing but building orphanages overseas (10% to live on; 10% back into the studio; 10% to help support me). I want to become a “father” to many. I want to write a book. More importantly, I want to leave His glory in my wake.
I don’t want to waste my time coasting through life. That’s stupid. Why do just enough to get by?
Die trying.
