Up against the wall of my own limitations, I stop and wait.  Barren soul yearning for full deliverance.

Yet just as a pregnant woman is enlarged in the waiting, I, too, am enlarged in the waiting.  The longer the wait, the larger I become & the more joyful the expectation. 

Patient productivity in the waiting.  It’s a bit mysterious, but I’m learning.  I wait it out.

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It takes faith, writing does.  And in the higher realm of creativity and faith, I encounter the Spirit of the Living God, and we talk.

I always ask the same question …

“Good morning, God.  How are you today?”

Always the same reply…

“Good morning, daughter. 

I AM gracious & compassionate,

Slow to anger & abounding in love.”

Choosing to start with the outcome of Who God Is rather than Who I Am, my mindset takes a turn from frustration and negativity to freedom and creativity.  His words of life crown & I push. 

And something is born.  Something with spirit.  Something with life.

My soul is delivered & faith becomes art.

Author’s Note:  Writing for me becomes a dialogue with the Spirit of God.  This dialogue flows from John 6:63, “…the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life.”  May the dialogue continue in you… Love & Peace.