As my dogs are sacked out on couches with just some morning tunes on, I’m learning several things. I can’t force the process. Writing or otherwise. The words come at unexpected times. Sometimes its at 3 in the morning when sleep is a mirage. Or it is when I’m watching Netflix. Creativity is a not a process. A process that takes time. I’m not very patient. I know it. Known it for years. It’s where God and I come to a head most days. My internal dialogue with Him looks a lot like this:
R: Why again?
G: Child, this is your favorite question.
R: It is. You haven’t answered yet.
G: How many years have we had this chat?
R: Too many
G: You don’t trust me. It’s not a question. Your prayers are the same.
R: I’m just tired of waiting.
G: As long as I have you living, you have all the time in the world.
R: I know, but…
G: But what?
R: The world makes me feel like I’ve wasted time. Time I can’t get back.
G: Time is infinite for me. Nothing is ever wasted. Those years are preparing you for greatness. The world doesn’t determine your worth. I do.
R: I know. It’s hard.
G: You are in the world, but not of this world. I’ve been faithful. Now show me yours.
R: Okay
So folks, this journey is not easy, but I’m on it.
Love yourself and one another.
Regine
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