Whew! I took up the challenge to write 31 days. By no means did I blog each day for those 31 days. However, I choose to not quit.
This week’s silence has much to do with the unexpected stressors of life. But in a still moment this weekend, I realize that this gives me life.
This space shared with you is a wonderful adventure.
This empty canvas to paint upon is where my heart is free to express.
If there is one thing I have learned through this challenge it is that I am wired to write. Some days I would sigh looking at the academic paper I knew I had to write before I allowed myself to write in this place. Why?
Because my heart was yearning to share with you. It was desiring to create something authentic.
We must feed the artist within, otherwise he slumbers and dies with lost potential. Between the work hours, the obligations, the housework, the meetings, the school work we must fight to keep the artist alive in us.
There is a message stored up in each of us. And listening ears are waiting to hear. Seeing eyes are waiting to gaze upon the beautiful expression.
What is the message you carry? What is the artful expression about to explode out of you?
May your unique expression stir so violently in you that you cannot ignore it any longer. May we be brave to let loose the artist within. And may we take the time to encourage others to not look like anyone but who they were meant to be.
May we reflect the image engraved on our hearts.
Black Balsam’s Knob- Pisgah Forest
Did you know that solitude has been considered a spiritual discipline for quite some time now?
And to think most of us consider solitude to be a priced possession. One minute without the kids at your heels. A whole hour when the phone is not ringing with business. An uninterrupted lunch break. You name it and claim those in between moments.
I’ve been hiding away for the past few days. I was uneasy about making this trip alone. I was torn because I was desiring some companionship. Not only desiring it but feeling like it may be something I was needing.
However I was craving adventure, the kind that I semi plan and semi just fall into. Needless to say, much of my time has been spent in solitude.
I’ve been watching Holy Spirit fill gaps that need filling and leaving space for some breathing room.
What I’ve found is solitude feeds the discipline of prayer. Prayer being both listening and speaking.
Solitude enhances my hearing. And hearing makes me hungry for more.
It’s hard to fit solitude into our busy fast paced culture.
I believe there is a gate to solitude that many people never make it in through, even though they set out to.
At the gate of solitude there are travelers’ packs, weapons, walking sticks, and even some shoes. At the gate of solitude we are invited to take off our armor and for the brave, our self-sufficiency. Many turn and walk away clinging to their possessions broken-hearted they could not enter without them. It’s a shedding of pride and defensiveness at the gate. But for those who leave their belongings, accepting the invitation to enter, they themselves are sending out their own invitation. “Come do what you want to do. Here I am. Listening. Waiting.”
Scroll down for Day 1!
Or to check out the other days just click the link below. I am adding each day to the list as I go.
Day 2:: On Fire
Day 3:: The Ups of Downs
Day 4-7:: Aftermath
Day 8:: To see the shells
Day 9:: The wolves
Day 10:: Off for reflection 🙂
Day 11:: The middle, man!
Day 12-13:: Dimly
Day 14:: Sunday’s Loop
Day 15-16:: A mirror like no other
Day 17-18:: Lowcountry Lights
Day 19-20:: Break for fall
Day 21-22:: The unruly discipline
Day 23-25:: Prayer from the table
Day 26-27:: Fiery boots
Day 28-29:: Simply impactful
31 That’s a wrap!
Here I go again, attempting with thousands of others on the internet to write consecutively for 31 days on the same topic.
This go around will be interesting for sure. Grad student, busy body keeping clients happy, ministry school student. The roles can be a bit overwhelming at times. But at my core what are the burning desires? The roles that if I were to not fulfill, a piece of me would be in angst. These roles are birthed out of a relationship with the one who is Love. Writer, Artist, Revivalist, Daughter, Sister.
In an attempt to feed (and hopefully you can do the same) the inner spinnings of my spirit, here is space for you and I to explore for 31 days, Reflections. I’m more than thrilled! I hope you will join me on this journey.
We take a look back to remember, to learn, to restore. We reflect. In the deepest parts of us we have mirrors hidden within our souls covered by dusty blankets. What are these mirrors meant to reflect? We look upon the waters of a vast lake and we see the heavens kiss the earth as clouds dance upon the ripples. It is but a mere reflection.
What is in your heart and soul spinning around waiting to be revealed?
Maybe, you too, would like to take up the challenge and write for 31 days. Click on the link to discover resources and helpful tips. You have until Oct 5th to link up with people from all over who are taking up the challenge.
I am committing to write here for 31 days. Joining with a bunch of cyberspacers that are doing the same. I’ve gotten a late start but if you’d like to join me a many others check out what 31 days is all about.
For me this is a great chance to challenge myself to write everyday no matter how small or how big. I love writing but so often I get swept up in obligations that I sweep the importance of expressing myself through this avenue under the rug. So for 31 days I will be pulling up that big ole rug and cleaning out the dust. I’ll be discussing, encouraging, and reminiscing. We cannot have a future lest we have a past, and both are built here in the present. The sweet present in which Andrew Murray says, “His (God’s) presence and grace enjoyed today will remove all doubt whether thou canst entrust the morrow to Him too”. So join me as I explore the past, present, and future here at Rehoboth. No doubt there will be a few days of “rabbit trails” to follow as well.
Peace and Grace