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S. A. J. Lyttek, a multiple award-winning writer, always loved writing, but didn’t arrive at the profession in the typical manner. After college and graduate school, she plunged into government consulting. In this environment, she discovered a knack for writing tests, interviews and other measurements. That soon became the focus of her career—reigniting her love for the written word. Thus captivated, she spent evenings freelancing “fun” writing including short stories, poems, articles and cards. When her eldest was a toddler, she quit full-time work to stay home and write. Eager to spend more time with her children, homeschooling intrigued her. From preschool through high school, she homeschooled both sons while continuing to freelance. An integral part of the homeschooling community, she has developed and taught writing classes to a generation of homeschoolers. Married to her childhood sweetheart, Gary, Mrs. Lyttek loves to share her commitment to homeschoolers and her fascination with the written word.

The Need to Do

11/7/2018 10:28:00 PM BY Susan Lyttek

As my chronological age nears 60 (I will be 57 this next birthday), life seems much too short to do all I want to do, all I feel I need to do. I cannot leave this world untouched. That would just feel… wrong. I don’t know how people can be content to be one of the millions, just living day by day. For me, it isn’t enough. Maybe this attitude is colored by recent events, but I wrote the kernel of this post almost eight years ago. If anything, the feeling has intensified over the years.

While my emotions might sound like discontent, I am content with many things: my husband, my sons, my future daughter-in-law, our extended families, the house, the things we have and the resources we have. God has blessed us tremendously and I am grateful.

The dissatisfaction rests in what I have done to use my gifts and serve my Lord. I am not content with how my words touch others with his truth and love. It is not enough! It will never be enough.

Am I trying to do something foolish and try to work off the price Christ paid? If am honest with myself, sometimes.

Is it fear of the future? Yes and no. Some futures I long for with all my being. But those that I see as an erasing of who I am, those I dread. Those futures where I fail or lose or suffer loss weave their way into every true worry or anxiety. I want to remain me. Sometimes, it seems in becoming more like Christ, parts of my core get whittled away. Eventually, I see it for my good and see more of the me Jesus wants, but at the time, the fear can overwhelm.

I know, intellectually and scripturally, that people don’t have to do anything to merit the love of God. He made us and rejoices in that. But the feeling that I have unfinished tasks left to do persists. The partial books and stories clamor to be told so that they might reach one or some with a morsel of his truth. Nothing I could do would ever be enough to truly honor Jesus and the Great Commission, but still…

I want to try.



Take the path upward.

Upward, onward, toward the sky.

Sometimes the view is wondrous.

Sometimes the way narrows and the trail clambers over rock and boulder

Strenuous. Sweaty work.

Other times the track steepens until only foothold or handhold

Allows progress.

The fear of falling

Carries credence in these precarious moments.

Still, on the path up, we are tied,

Anchored to him

Who lives at the summit

Preventing any true fall,

And the rope of faith will snap us back

To climb again.