My husband helped tear off a roof for Habitat for Humanity last week. He hasn't done physical labor like that since he shut down his construction company in PA and we moved to Florida eight years ago.
But he said it felt good. Strangely.
Even though it isn't what he wants to do now. Not in his plans for the future.
But it's something. Something God might need him to do before he gives him the bigger jobs.
When I first began writing, I wrote for everything that would take anything I submitted. It wasn't really what I dreamed of at all, either. I usually didn't get paid. Usually no one saw it except a few other hundred people and me. Definitely did not compare to my dreams of writing a book.
But it was something--a start. And sometimes that's where we need to be. It's where I needed to be to learn my craft, to learn about publishing, to learn to be faithful to my dream.
The little things count. They turn into bigger things. Soon I was getting a real check for my labor. Eventually I was published in real books. And now I am taking the next big step. Querying my books.
Are you being faithful to the little things that God is asking you to do?