A tiny seed slips into the deep recesses of my heart. Filled with promise and hope, it works silently, pushing against the the dirt that surrounds it. Watered one day with vision, hard work and momentum. Stepped on the next, strangled by worry and doubt.I have been given a dream. A very low level of my consciousness knows it. Day and night it calls to me in whispers. Words I can't quite make out that make more sense than the things I can hear and see. Wanting so much to see the end result, to really know where this journey will lead.
But I am instructed to be still - to wait and simply be.
I return to the world of blogging for many reasons. Documenting my encounters with a God who has captured my heart - this seems like a good use of time. The practice posting affords, keeps ideas fresh and fingers flying. But more than anything I find a need to get what is inside, out. Like a dam about to burst, my heart longs to be seen.
In my last post, I spoke of taking steps toward the writing industry. The last couple of months have proven to be more than getting that next paragraph written. Embracing truth becomes necessary for anybody who aspires to become an artist.
Facing truth ensures death. Death of self.
If you are still with me, I hope you will stick around. I aspire to inspire, much like the griot in Freedom's Pen, by Wendy Lawton. Every gifted storyteller began with one idea - a seed. Every seed must succumb to terrible conditions and surrender to death before the transformation can begin.
What kind of seed has God handed you? This is your ministry to the world! God needs your voice, your ambition, your heart.
I am just finishing up a book that has stirred the dreamer inside. I would recommend it to anybody who loves to get lost in a good story. Sweet Janxa, with incredible talent, would not have been able to blossom without the Wheatley's.
You've heard the old saying, "Timing is everything." I'd like to throw in my two cents this morning. God's timing is everything. It can mean the difference between spinning your wheels and reaching the stars.
My dear readers, I hold a special place in my heart for you. I hope to deliver a story to you, through the posts in this blog that will challenge you to embrace truth.
A mighty oak waits to break past that dirt. Patience dear one . . . God's timing is well worth the wait.
