You know. For a long time I wanted friends who would hold me accountable for following my dreams, for living the life that God has for me. Now I have some, and well, it’s uncomfortable. In the best way, of course.
A few years ago, I started blogging on livejournal. I had a myspace account. I was, you know, cutting edge. People spoke out about blogging. False intimacy it was labeled. Not a real relationship. Myspace…well, you would’ve thought it was created by the devil himself. I didn’t feel convicted not to blog, so I continued on, against the well-meaning advice of people.
I’ve moved on up in the world of blogging to Blogger then WordPress. I still have a myspace, but I’m definitely more active on Facebook. Twitter is an addiction greater than coffee for me.
The friends of which I speak…well, turns out that we crossed paths via blogging. One lives in Georgia. I get random emails, and I’m like, “Oh no…what did I write??” One lives right across the river from me. He reminds me that there is another side to the stories that I communicate. One lives in South Africa. Yeah…right? I also have a friend who I know in real life. He sees things in me that I don’t always see. The other night he told me that he wants me to find my “passion project.” That soon I’ll be able to start writing my novel.
These guys consistently remind me of who God has called me to be. They remind me that I have to dream God sized dreams…not dreams that I can accomplish on my own, but dreams that can only be accomplished by divine intervention. They fear that they are too direct at times…yet that is exactly what I value about them. I’ve never met these guys, but I consider them true friends. Iron sharpening iron friends. Though I’m not sure how I sharpen them…
Thanks for keeping me uncomfortable. I appreciate it more than words can ever express. Check out the dedication page of my first novel 🙂