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When I Show Up

I wake up in the morning. Everything in me says, Don’t do it. Don’t get out of bed. Lift the covers over your head, roll over, and fast forward to tomorrow. But I believe each and every day is a gift from God. Sure, we can have sick days or lazy days, but God created me to work for His glory.

He calls me to show up.

First thing in the morning I read the Bible with my husband. We sit up in bed, pull out the Bible, and take turns reading paragraphs. Then we pray for God to show up. We pray for God to make His presence known to us. We know that God has planted seeds in our hearts as we pray and read the Bible, and we are becoming more and more like Him each day. God is waiting for me. He is always with me.

He calls me to show up.

The most difficult part of my day is rolling out of bed, changing into workout clothes, and pressing play on my workout stream. My arms are weak, and I usually lose my breath during the first minute of any cardio workout. But I press play, every day.

I just show up, and I do more than I thought I could do.

I fight work anxiety in the car, the stomach aches attacking as I pull up to my job. Can I use one of my sick days? Do I really want to put up with my co-workers, or deal with the issues that I’ll face today? But I take a breath, thank God instead of complain, and get out of the car.

I just show up, and I do more than I thought I could do.

Then I sit at my computer desk, a blank white page staring back at me. I have a novel idea in my mind. If only I could transfer the words right from my mind to my fingers and into the keyboard. But there that cursor blinks on my document page. Begging me for words. Eager to begin. I feel like such a failure. But I take a deep breath and keep writing.

I just show up, and I do more than I thought I could do.

I’m blind to what the fruit that shows up every single day does until I do it repeatedly for days, weeks, months, even years. The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. I do the same thing over and over again and expect the same results: I expect to grow. I expect to make an impact. And I expect to move forward.

All I have to do is show up.

Will you show up today?

Elisabeth Warner writes from New York.

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Elisabeth Warner

writes from New York.

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