There are those who say that to begin, to start, is the hardest part.
I think it is often much harder to begin again.
We start a new eating plan and visions of new, smaller pants dance in front of us– all the way to the produce department at Whole Foods.
We set out on a bright, Saturday morning with a trip to Lowe’s and an episode of Fixer-Upper in our minds– and the thought of turning our closet into a fully functioning Pottery Barn-esque mudroom seems highly attainable in one afternoon.
We lace up running shoes and practically leap out of bed that first Monday morning after New Year’s Day with complete surety that we will be stronger and faster by lunchtime tomorrow.
We open the laptop in the corner booth at Panera with every intention of finally writing that book we always wanted to begin.
Because with every new and sometimes scary adventure, we have the benefit of excitement. The shining possibility of
what may, what will come and it propels us rapidly forward. Well past the uncertainty of our own ability.
But only for a while.
In between the exciting beginning and the victorious end, is something scary. The messy middle, and that is where things get tough.
We fail. We find out we aren’t quite as disciplined as we hoped. We find we would rather sleep in one morning and one morning turns into three… weeks.
The reality of that project, that book, that idea– is that it’s anything but easy. In fact, it’s just plain hard. Harder than maybe we thought.
May I make a suggestion? In that messy middle where we just absolutely hate that we have in our minds, “failed again,” perhaps a change of focus is in order.
Instead of plummeting into defeat, disgusted with our weakness– maybe we just lean into our weakness.
Lean a little further and know that all this? It is hard for a reason. It is hard because we aren’t meant to do it alone.
Here is what I know. I know that when we are given tasks that seem too big for us, it is because they most certainly are.
But the Good News?
He knows we are broken. He loves us in spite of it.
He knows we are flawed. He is the only One who is not.
He knows we are helpless. He is our only Help.
And HE who called us to do this thing, wants us to depend on His strength– and then to GET BACK UP AND KEEP GOING.
Because the Messy Middle cannot last forever.
And you are not a failure. You are His Masterpiece.
So KEEP AT IT.
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