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It’s not that I’m afraid of Artificial Intelligence… it’s more that I’m afraid of me.

I am afraid of my yearning for ease, responding to the draw of comfort and convenience over the discipline of creativity.

If God is the most creative being—and I, made in his image—it stands to reason that I must also be creative. A part of me exists to create.

As a woman, I get the unique privilege of partnering with God in creation in a way that no man can. I co-create life, and in life, I create belonging. I create cozy. I create home.

I create bravery in my child through stringing words together like pearls, for her to wear around her neck. I call forth strength in my husband when I bathe him in admiration as he leads and provides for our little family. I compose paragraphs that move hearts and stir spirits to seek God, in extraordinary ways on the most mundane of days.

And yet, the allure of AI provides a shortcut that circumvents that opportunity in the name of… efficiency?

No more toil. No more struggle. No more “first pancake,” or writers block.

Even now, there’s a tantalizing temptation to complete rather than create. To press publish. To be polished. And cohesive. Instead of sloppy and disjointed… or worse. Unintelligent and uniteresting.

But there is no victory in instant completion. No sacrifice. No grit. No glory for the Giver of the good gift.

Is efficiency and eloquence really worth the cost of inspiration and intimacy through partnership with God?

Maybe there’s a middle ground. In fact, I’m almost sure there must be.

But for me.

For today.

The temptation is too much.

It’s not that I’m afraid of AI…

I just know I can’t be trusted.