Even now… I finally wrote that sentence… and then spent another five minutes distracted.
Do you have those moments too? When a thing you love doing… finds you lacking the inspiration, the energy, the time to do it?
I chose a topic and sat here… uninspired. Even though it’s an inspiring topic… my dad, the artist.
I even contemplated skipping today.
Can you believe it?
That’s how uninspired, unfocused, and drained I feel.
But I knew I couldn’t quit. Skipping a day is quitting. Because why do something only partially? When you can do it completely… and receive the “reward” for the hard work of endurance?
That’s when it hit me.
Confession: Anything I know about perseverance or endurance I learned from watching my dad.
And still I struggle.
My dad is the most patient, long-suffering, forbearing person I know.
He is slow to anger.
Steadfast through the most difficult tasks you could imagine.
I’ve seen him sweat, bleed, and weep under the pressures… begging for an alternative.
And yet he continued on… diligent with what was given him.
Oh, how much I have yet to learn.
Because it’s not just about waiting… but the hope that drives it. The belief that carrying on is good and right. That there is some value to the effort of sticking out something that’s difficult.
That staying married to your spouse, even when things are rough, has an outcome far greater than just one’s own pleasure.
That consistency in child-training has an eternal value, even if exhausting in the now.
That going to job interview after job interview, filling out application after application, is somehow leading to something life changing.
That sitting down to write a post, in the middle of a 31 Days in 2012 Challenge, will build something in my character as a writer and as a human if I stick with it… regardless of the visible outcome.
Regardless if anyone reads it.
Especially if anyone reads it.
Because you are worth it. You, the one reading this… is worth pushing through the muck of writer’s block and lack of inspiration.
You need to hear that you are not alone.
That some days are hard to get through. Some hours seem unbearable. Some moments find you pleading, “Is it worth it?”
And it is.
It’s worth it because it changes something in you. And gives something deep and meaningful to this world.
Another true-life example of perseverance against all odds. Endurance. Diligence. Faith and patience.
There are plenty of stories about quitters and they inspire no one.
Your story can be different. It can change lives. Yes, pushing through the toughest of seasons can change lives.
Because they are watching you.
Just like I’m watching my dad. And his life is changing mine. Showing me that this not-giving-up changes people. Encourages people.
Saves the world.
And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.