Is it a case of stolen identity?
Or is it perhaps me, holding far too precariously…the gift entrusted to me?
..precariously..adverb.. meaning.. in a way that is not securely in position and is likely to fall or collapse
Alas after some deep soul searching nights, I have to confess, that it would be easy to blame something or someone else for the few and far in between rescue breaths I’ve given my creative child.. But that would not bring honor to, or restore , the thing that I love so much..
To create, to transform, to breath life back into old things, forgotten things, invisible things…
Even the Word received through hurtful tears and long nights of sleepless woes, was clear as days dawn
Revelations 3v16 “ But because you are lukewarm - neither hot not cold-I am ready to spit you out of my mouth”
What a Revelation.. not all things that looks like it will destroy you are evil..
Sometimes it is to push you out of your lukewarm comfort zone, so that you may step into all God has purposed for you…
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