Taken from the journal, the kind with a cover, lots of pages... everything! from last night.
I had tea late tonight, and so I feel inspired. Due to the late-night nature of this inspiration, however, my options for (creative) outlet are limited. What better excuse could there be to (supplant(?)) this habit... desire... to write?
I guess I could paint a picture to express myself, but, let's face it -- I'm not a painter.
I like to paint. I can get into it.
But it's not what comes naturally.
WRITING, though...
Writing happens. Sometimes, it seems,
I have no choice.
Of course, I could just choose not to write.
But then that would just feel more wrong than it would be unnatural to pick up a paint
brush at the first whiff of anguish or discovery to come along.
If I've learned anything consistently over the years (besides the nature of God's amazing
love and grace,) it is that we do ourselves a disservice to suppress our natural tendencies.
[So long as they aren't malign or harmful to others.]
Not only this, but we generally tend to make matters worse by perfecting suppression and
moving to even adopting someone else's full characteristic. Their own,
uniquely-designed, 'natural tendency.'
We trust theirs more than our own; and why? Because it is so appealing? Surely. It
brings us confidence because it works. We enjoy seeing the appeal it injects into / causes to
seep from our lives.
But then.
Oh, but then.
It doesn't matter who you are; t h e n you realize...
it's not right!
It works. You like it. You could get into it.
But you know deep down it's simply not you.
--> (Bullet points cause my hand's gettin tired and my mind slower)
--> Self-dissin ~ further potential / likelihood to push "SELF" down
--> but you know better; you realize. You champion the situation. You humbly
acknowledge your former misguidedness and begin to learn, trust, love
YOURSELF.
Your natural tendencies.
A n d i t ' s a m a z i n . : ) .
It's vibrant, it's expressive,
it's natural, it's bold,
it's beautiful,
it's YOu! :D
And it's your contribution to the world
to this life, to God.
His gift to you, your gift back when you tailor yourself and your life to fit His will,
uniquely, divinely.
So find it. Trust it. Love it.
Praise God with it.
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