Sometimes, you end up running the metaphor. The rain starts to fall, externalizing, echoing the heart’s aches. It drums against the body, perhaps a soft, warm brush against skin or staccato. Hard, abrupt, cold.
I believe I am called to excellence. Most other people probably do, too. I may differ, however, in the “why” of it. I pursue excellence because God is excellent. He excels at everything He does, has done, will do. Because He tells me to model my life after Him, I choose the way of excellence.
The writing life – and the life of faith – are ones of continual exercise. Paul tells Timothy to exercise in God daily (1 Timothy 4:6-10, The Message). No spiritual flabbiness is allowed. For the writer who holds her art as a means of exercising both her talent and faith, the same holds true. She has to exercise. She has to train because it makes her fit “both today and forever.”