Magic In These Moments

By Evan Sanders


Pressure.

Extreme pressure. The type of pressure that condenses you and shapes you into something different. The birth of kings. The birth of queens. The birth of something new.

Once in a while, your heart can be in great fury. There's a strong pull of wanting to head different directions.

This is a great pressure.

And it can build for a long time.

It runs over your chest, up through your cheekbones and down the sides of your neck. It circulates through you like chaos incarnate.

It's begging me to do what I know I can.

I am being asked to drastically change my actions...to drop my previous decisions...to let old pieces of me fall away to and usher in something focus, new, driven by a voice, and flowing with faith.

But when you're scared it's hard to dive into this place.

No matter the story we lived in before, you can never go back. You can never go back to the person you once were...and that's perfectly ok.

It's fine to live in that place.

And yet it's such a strange feeling.

To know what you have right now is good but to be asked by something to drop that for something you cannot see, cannot even fathom or can hardly put into words...

And to run purely on faith that it's the right thing to do?

And to drop the fear.

And yet...

Even though you are running into the future blind, it doesn't feel at all unguided.

So make the commitment to dive into what you know you need to do. Make the commitment that goes beyond saying that you're going to do it and actually do it for a change.

But as I'm writing all of this right now, I know that there are going to be pieces of me that leave...

Pieces of me that have changed...and yet will never come back.

Logic will tell you to stay in a comfortable place. Your heart will tell you to dive in and give it a shot.

Have faith.

Leave your mind behind.

Trust you are headed in the right direction.




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