There is a podcast I’ve been listening to for a long time, Not Your Pastor’s Podcast. I’ve literally listened to all but 1 episode – because for whatever reason, I couldn’t access it.
Anyway, they started a bonus episode thing called Not Your Pastor’s Pulpit. As I listened to these, I kept thinking ‘I should do one’, but I struggled to come up with the bravery to do it. There were always excuses about not having time to write or not knowing what to write or not having a good enough story or whatever else.
A few months back, I put the excuses aside and I got writing. I wrote up something, but I wasn’t crazy about it. Then, one day, on my way home from work, a poetry stanza came to my mind:
But He rescued me
Though Jesus didn’t rescue me in the way I expected.
No, He took a path that wasn’t protected
so that His questions could not be deflected
in the ways I had done before.
And thus was born a new way of sharing my own story.
I worked on it for a few days, had an AMAZING poetry writer help me out with revising and editing, and then swallowed my fear and trepidation and recorded this one day during nap time.
And now, I give you:
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