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
Yes we certainly need more love in the world right now, and much patience :)
ReplyDeleteI loved this conversation! Take care and hugs.
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