The Next Right Thing (How 2,000 Words Changed My Life)

Somehow two years have gone by and yet this is still the face I make when I think about that day. Exactly two years ago, I opened up a blank page and wrote 2,000 words.

It felt like breaking wide open, like an offering poured out. Also, it felt crazy.

But I wrote because He made Himself more than clear: to do anything else would be flat out disobedience.

I did it because He said to — not because I wanted to. And to be perfectly honest, writing out the broken pieces of my story terrified me. ...