This book is ruining my life.
Okay, yes, that’s a gross exaggeration, and I’m trying not to exaggerate as frequently. How about this:
This book is haunting me. It’s set-up a semi-permenant camp in the back of my mind, and is basically eating-up all of my spare thoughts. It’s constantly churning my quiet-time, generating a sense of immediacy that I cannot ignore.
This book is completely messing with my head. It’s making me uncomfortable in my own skin. It’s stirring up a deep sense of dissatisfaction within me. I feel as if this book is holding a brand new mirror in front of my face, and I do not like what I see.
None of the above sounds good, but I promise you, those are all good things. It’s what I’ve been yearning and praying for. I don’t know about you, but I am far too comfortable, and when I’m comfortable, I don’t grow much. I certainly don’t change much. Comfort is…paralyzing, in a way, and I am practically itching for growth. Thank God (seriously, not, like, in a figure-of-speech way) for Jen Hatmaker and her totally uncomfortable book, “7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess.” I am ripe for change, and this book has lit a fire underneath me.
I realize I haven’t said anything actually about the book yet, but that’s because I haven’t finished reading it, and what I have read is still “digesting,” if you get what I mean. You can (and should!) click over to the book, read the description, buy yourself a copy, and get yourself uncomfortable, too. I’ve got about 75 pages left, so we can finish it together!
If I were a shrubbery (oh yes, I went there), I’d have grown wild, and would have ceased bearing fruit a long time ago. It’s time for a good clean pruning, and I couldn’t be more looking forward to it. Don’t get me wrong: I am scared. I feel anxious. I don’t know what I’m going to be pruned into, but I’ve been through enough of these seasons to know that in order for me to do the works that lay ahead of me, a change needs to happen. I need to be refined. (I need to stop mixing metaphors. )
I am so excited for what’s to come: to be free of the dead-weight of my broken ways of thinking and untrue beliefs about myself that play on loop in my head. To (once again) relinquish control of situations that I never had control over in the first place. To bear good fruit again. What an adventure!