Pop Rocks

Remember Pop Rocks? As a kid, I used to love ripping open the paper packet and shaking the little pebbles of oral fireworks into my mouth. Allowing my spit to combine with the sugary chemicals, the sounds of fizzing and crackling always brought an open-mouthed smile to my vibrating face. Sometimes when extravagance took over (and mom wasn’t watching), I’d put a whole pack in my mouth at once. What a rush!!

A number of years ago, I felt the Lord pressing me to write; not just a blog, but a book. Having given me experience-based insight on how to leave a wilderness of despair, the Father was asking me to put pen to paper and share what I had learned. I was inspired. My heart had been revolutionized by the pulse-pounding experience of redemption, and I longed to bring hope to others who were struggling. Now, here was God Almighty, commissioning me to take concrete steps toward my destiny. My chest was bursting with a passion to partner with the Father to see others set free from their own desert strongholds.

It was as though an entire box of Pop Rocks had just been dumped into my soul. God’s infusion of potential-laden purpose combined with my thirst to be found useful, and the resulting ‘crackle’ of excitement was intense. I had never felt so inspired. With great gusto and even greater expectations, I launched into my book-writing project. I prepared a book plan: identifying my mission, outlining a thesis, and even developing a complete table of contents. I envisioned six months of writing, followed by the glorious emancipation of wilderness prisoners. My Pop Rocks were firing on all cylinders.

Anticipation filled my soul like the experience of sitting in a roller coaster as it climbs the incline toward the first big drop. My seatbelt was fastened and I was ready to ride. As I plunged into writing the first pages of my manuscript, inspiration coursed through my veins with all the nerve-tingling sensations that I had expected.

But just like on an amusement park ride—just like with Pop Rocks—the feeling of euphoria was short-lived. Before long, the pop and sizzle of excitement gave way to the toil and grind of the task at hand. Writing was hard work, and as inspiration waned I found it nearly impossible to continue. The only real writing experience I had was in composing my blog, and for that I had always waited for a feeling of inspiration before I would sit down to start typing. If enthusiasm evaporated, my blog would be put on hold until sensory motivation returned. I needed to feel stimulation to push me to action. A blog only required short bursts of productivity to yield results, and I had experienced just enough moments of inspiration to spew out the occasional post. But writing a book? That’s no sprint; it’s a marathon. Waiting for moments of inspiration proved to make my progress painfully slow. Passion faded as I began to realize that this book was going to take a hundred years to finish, inching forward during my rare Pop Rock moments. Eventually I put down my pen and gave up. For nearly two years, my mission was relegated to the back burner.

Don’t get me wrong; inspiration – like a packet of Pop Rocks – is a wonderful thing. Moments of motivation are a gift from the Father and make for some amazing experiences. In fact, the feeling of inspiration is one of the catalysts behind most great exploits. But it is only ever meant to be a kick start. Like pulling the starter cord on a lawnmower, inspiration gets the engine firing and ready to carry out the task at hand. But to actually accomplish anything, more is needed. The lawnmower needs fuel that the pull-cord does not provide.

A diet of only Pop Rocks would yield little more than a uselessly hyper and cavity-filled existence. If a life of substance and fruitfulness was to be achieved, I was going to need more than the Pop Rocks of inspiration.

I needed the granola of obedience.

This revelation transformed my book-writing journey. The Father had already given me the plan. During beautifully inspired moments, God had handed me a heavenly blueprint. Under His guidance, a strategy had been formed. I did not need new inspiration; I needed to be faithful to follow through on the marching orders I had already received. When I finally clued in to my need to stop searching for candy and start digging into granola, the door of productivity began to open. Moments of inspiration came and went, but I no longer relied upon them. Obedience was my all-access pass to the strength I required. As I was faithful to walk out my mission, God’s providence carried me and progress was made.

How are you doing with your mission? You may or may not have a clear understanding of God’s plan for you, but do you know even ONE step that He would have you take? Are you waiting for inspiration—or a fuller picture of the destination—before you move forward in obedience? I would challenge you to set aside your search for Pop Rocks and start engaging with God’s directives for your life. If a single item remains on your divine to-do list, do what it takes to fulfil your task and cross it off. Your world needs what the Lord has asked you to offer, and your destiny will only be reached as you put one foot in front of the other.

The manuscript of my book is now complete and moving toward publication. Stirred up emotions were an occasional blessing on the journey, but diligent obedience was my ticket to progress.

Granola now resides at the top of my spiritual grocery list. Pop Rocks are nice, and I’ll take them when they come, but for where I’m going, I need more than tingles.

James 1:22; 4:17

Comments

Posted On
Jul 12, 2017
Posted By
Keith

Excellent
Welcome back Tim
Excited to read your book

Posted On
Jul 12, 2017
Posted By
Lisa Knapp

HAPPY DANCE!
HAPPY DANCE!

Posted On
Jul 13, 2017
Posted By
Mai Gingras

Looking forward to your book Tim, well done!

Posted On
Jul 13, 2017
Posted By
Gina

Awsome TIm!

Posted On
Jul 13, 2017
Posted By
Doug

Great word Mr. Tim – a sprint is fun and useful but I believe we are in the Ironman of all races. “Now unto HIM who is able to keep you from falling and to present you faultless…”

Posted On
Jul 14, 2017
Posted By
Betty Marshall

So excited you are done your book. Looking forward to reading it

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