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.
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.