Lacing up my climbing boots
A few days ago Jen floated a hint that I had been rather negligent of my blogs. Oh sure, she said it much nicer than that, but that's what it boils down to and it's actually absolutely correct. I've been reading a lot. It's time to get back to writing more.
Ok, now I'm going to write.
Yup, I'm writing now.
See me write?
The pressure is killing me!
I've spent weeks doing major research on silk painting. And guess what--I still don't know squat! I finally ordered the basics from Dharma and I'm just going to do it and see what happens. That's scary. I want it planned and plotted and mistake-proof, and it's just not going to be that way. It wouldn't really be art if it were. I have to trust God to make it happen and teach me what I need to know and stop fretting about the possibility that I might ruin something.
That's pretty much the theme of my life these days. Trust Him to make it happen. Trust Him to teach me what I need to know. Trust Him to guide my paths. Lately we've (God and I) been talking a lot about being His voice. And darn it all if one of the first lessons He tosses in is about when to be silent! I ended up in several situations where no matter what I said, it was either heard wrong or twisted to mean something completely different from what I actually said. So all I could do was say what He directed and then be silent. No need to enter into self-defense. No need to end up in quibbling matches. No need to protect my reputation. Jesus was a man of no reputation...I can be a person of no reputation too. I wouldn't die from it. I find a lot of peace in that.
It appears that it's time for a new adventure with God. A change of spiritual venue. I find myself hopeful even though it's not a painfree venture. A word was given to me via a friend earlier this week: radical. It was given in regard to a difficult matter I need to deal with, but I can't help but notice how perfectly it applies to this too. Radical. My choices lately have been radical. The books I've been reading...the CDs I've been listening to...the discussions I've been having...it's all been radical. So why would I think that the results would be anything other than radical too? Radical. All those years of being a nonconfrontational peacemaker has led me here...to radical.
What a wild walk...
Ok, now I'm going to write.
Yup, I'm writing now.
See me write?
The pressure is killing me!
I've spent weeks doing major research on silk painting. And guess what--I still don't know squat! I finally ordered the basics from Dharma and I'm just going to do it and see what happens. That's scary. I want it planned and plotted and mistake-proof, and it's just not going to be that way. It wouldn't really be art if it were. I have to trust God to make it happen and teach me what I need to know and stop fretting about the possibility that I might ruin something.
That's pretty much the theme of my life these days. Trust Him to make it happen. Trust Him to teach me what I need to know. Trust Him to guide my paths. Lately we've (God and I) been talking a lot about being His voice. And darn it all if one of the first lessons He tosses in is about when to be silent! I ended up in several situations where no matter what I said, it was either heard wrong or twisted to mean something completely different from what I actually said. So all I could do was say what He directed and then be silent. No need to enter into self-defense. No need to end up in quibbling matches. No need to protect my reputation. Jesus was a man of no reputation...I can be a person of no reputation too. I wouldn't die from it. I find a lot of peace in that.
It appears that it's time for a new adventure with God. A change of spiritual venue. I find myself hopeful even though it's not a painfree venture. A word was given to me via a friend earlier this week: radical. It was given in regard to a difficult matter I need to deal with, but I can't help but notice how perfectly it applies to this too. Radical. My choices lately have been radical. The books I've been reading...the CDs I've been listening to...the discussions I've been having...it's all been radical. So why would I think that the results would be anything other than radical too? Radical. All those years of being a nonconfrontational peacemaker has led me here...to radical.
What a wild walk...