Here I sit. Christmas break reflections. I am writing, thus learning.
Is this what life is, God? Oh, how I am learning.
The rocky start to my break between semesters forced me to see things God's way. I am a nomad. I am practicing before I go. I think I am all ready to go now now now, but God is whispering, "Wait." Oh, but me?! Wait?? I don't have patience. You're supposed to know everything about me God. Don't you know that I don't have patience? Can't you give me an easier task?
A pastor friend reminded me, not too many minutes ago, in a Skype message that the Lord is still working out in my life - where I am supposed to go. That's okay. It's in the works! I am not forgotten in the wayside. I am in the plan. The plan can't happen all at once.
Oh, how I'm learning.
To be at home where I am. To be at peace with imperfect circumstances.
to God, there is no one greater.
We belong to Him.
Even the sparrow...
Psalm 84:3
"Even the sparrow finds a home and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God."
Therefore, I don't need to fret about getting it all planned out on my own. God knows where I am right now. He knows where I am going to go when I graduate. He knows where I am going to be. And He is going to be with me.
BE. Such a small word, yet so powerful.
To sit and be. I am a masterpiece, yet I am a work in progress. I always will be. Be.
And so I pray:
Prepare my heart. Teach me to be a nomad. Help me to be.
"I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all." -E.B. White
Saturday, January 9, 2016
when all the world is spinning,
I'm stuck.
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
I feel like a lump of clay - stuck to the wheel.
spinning, spinning, spinning
My thoughts are jumbled and rambled and restless and all over the place.
I have found frustration in my writing, so I've stopped.
I was forcing too many lessons into one ceramics blog post.
I was so concerned with finishing my series that I lost the quality of the hours poured over wheel and words.
I need to take a break.
I am spinning.
I am off center.
I need my Potter.
So, I am taking a break from my ceramics series. I am not going to finish it. I am going to let it dangle. And I am going to be okay with that.
I suppose there is a lesson to be learned in my hiatus from ceramics as well, because the studio that I use has closed. I was forced to stop my favorite hobby for a while. Don't be surprised if there are some dancing posts. I feel God there, too.
As I twirl on my pointe shoes, as the wheel splatters clay as it spins, You
anchor me back down……
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