On my notes app,
I have over 97 tabs open.

Each one holds something,
a scribble,
a sentence,
a spark of inspiration 
caught in a moment.

Each one carries a story.
But none of them feel ready.

"It's not complete yet."
"This isn't the right time." 
"The ending isn't good enough." 
"I'll post this later...something feels off."

So many thoughts.
So many ideas.
Yet… no movement.

My mind craves perfection,
flawless words,
perfect timing,
a finished masterpiece.

But in chasing perfection,
I became still.

Paused.
Stuck.

I was spending my time thinking,
while action waited.

Then a thought crossed my mind,

Where would we be
if Jesus had hesitated the way we do?

If He had overthought the pain,
questioned our worth,
considered us unworthy of his sacrifice,
or allowed fear to silence obedience?

If He had stayed back,
hidden away,
undecided.

Our story would be different.

But He didn’t hesitate.
He obeyed.

He chose the cross,
the sacrifice for our sins.

then he added, "Behold, I have come to do your will." He does away with the first in order to establish the second. 
~Hebrews 10:9

Not comfort.
Not convenience.
God’s will.

And then,
He rose.

On the third day,
just as He said.

"Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, [20] by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh.
~‭Hebrews 10:19-20

Now,
we can enter the presence of God
with confidence.

Because He didn’t stall,
we now have access.

Because He didn't overthink obedience,
we can boldly enter His presence.

So now I ask myself,

Am I doing the will of God,
or just what feels safe?

Am I waiting for perfection,
or walking in obedience?

Maybe it’s not about getting it perfect.
Maybe it’s about moving.