Rodeo Girl

A friend gave me this sign. It's pink and has some sparkles and says Rodeo Girl. I love it! It has to do with my WIP (work in progress for the non-writers) and it sits in view of the kitchen table. What I love about it, aside from the aforementioned color and sparkle, is that it's a reminder of my goal. My work. My calling, if I can be so bold.
Every day there are discouragements, both from the world at large and my own wavering thoughts. All worthy pursuits entail some uncertainty. Nothing that tugs at our heart is guaranteed, or we'd have it and, I think, it would lose a critical element of it's allure.
All relationships, all callings, all art, all the pieces of us that cry out to be explored require us to take a step toward an end without Google turn-by-turn directions to guide the way.
What we do have is a desire that makes it worth it, and a promise of what could be.
But that's not enough.
The word support is so overused I fear it has been cheapened. Two syllables hardly contain the power of friends and family who know your goal and can see your progress even when you'd be blinded to it. Who can wrench your focus from the rocks on the path and remind you of who you are, who God is, and why you started this blasted, blessed trip to begin with, be it with words of encouragement, hugs, verses, or pink signs. It this invaluable support that keeps the weight of the journey from paralyzing us.
Thank you, God, for fearsome callings that are bigger than us, and for giving all the support we need to rise to them.