I was initially challenged to start a blog and write in it everyday. I remember thinking that I didn’t know if I could have completed pieces of work done every day. I even remember talking to my friend Stephanie about it, discussing how it was just being faithful with the writing, not necessarily the content at first. For some reason however, I had a mental block that only wanted a certain type of writing to be seen. I wanted to be successful and I want to get published, so I worked on pieces of a topic or idea rather than just writing whatever. I did not want my blog to become a daily journal.
The tone of my blog has shifted it seems though. In pursuit of recognizing the power of the everyday, I’ve begun writing myself through this season helping me to really notice that power and attach it to the day I am in. I have surrendered to this new theme. I figure that other people tell me all the time that my everyday is powerful and I’m about changing lives; so at some point I have to stop trying to control the way God manifests my destiny before me and embrace this being the way he is doing it. At some point I made this choice. I chose to be a person of salt; to yield myself to something so much bigger than myself and become a part of it.
This writing, the writing through the days as they come and examining the small bits that create the greater whole of the day is probably going to be the thing that catapults my appeal as a writer. I am a fairly talented writer, but not spectacular. I am, however, authentic with a dream in my heart that is finally starting to flesh itself out; and leave it to God to take the one thing I resisted the most to be the one thing that puts the momentum into the fruition of my dream.
If I am going to fight out the days that are hard in words, I want to celebrate the days of respite when life is sweet to me and my spirit refreshes.
One of my most favorite preachers preached tonight at a special meeting at church. He spoke on being a person of difference. He spoke on so much that my head is still swimming in the wide minded, creative, risky, adventurous possibilities that are in store for life. He spoke about spirits recognizing each other. How after meeting someone and being around them what flows out of them is something that stirs you and fires you up, causing you to think to yourself, man, I want to be around that person more. What’s coming out of them is something I want to be around. I had a few of those moments today. My new friend Rachael’s spirit is so hungry for passionate people that it literally pulled my passion out to meet hers. I want to be around people that stir my passion that way. People who are excited and overwhelmed with the magnitude of what perhaps could happen. That Perhaps that Lord….
One of the pastors at my church, Romey, is like that. I was just thinking to myself the other day that I missed her as I hadn’t talked with her in ages. Then tonight I was able to chat with her for a long time. To catch up on the God highlights of the seasons we are in and as in true Romey fashion she taught me more about being a mom and revealed more of a heart vulnerable to Jesus. One thing about Romey, she is teachable and keeping her heart soft is the deepest undercurrent to her life – she will always be open and pliable. There were many parts of the conversation where my spirit identified with hers and I believe we built the kingdom of heaven into each other.
Today demonstrated God’s grace and mercy as he unfolded joy in the smallest of daily nuances and as they stacked upon each other ordinary became extraordinary and filled my soul with hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for my friends. Hope that breakthrough is in progress.
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