How in the world have so many weeks gone by since I last wrote?
It’s not like my life is that busy. ...more
like, it’s not busy enough for me to have anything worth writing about.
Or rather, everything is rattling and swirling around in my head.
Sentences formulating for brief moments before being whisked away. Imagination
running wild. Thoughts of what if and
how come. Too convoluted to write,
but just enough convolution to keep me intrigued and asking and searching and smiling.
We all need a little convolution to keep us sane.
I’m waiting for the big revelation. To finally reveal to my
readers what God is up to. The literal story, the literal plan, instead of cleverly
written metaphors and vague outlines of unrecognizable shapes.
That day will be here soon, dear readers, but for now, I’ll
give you…
Blank Walls Reprise (from last post)
Last night I was looking around my room and noting how many
pictures and decorations I have on my wall. In my head I thought, No one likes blank walls. Reminded of my
previous post, I immediately smiled and contemplated the status of my spiritual
wall.
Sometimes God paints your wall without you noticing.
Really, it doesn’t do much good for you to sit there and
stare at a blank wall, trying to guess what God is up to.
Keep doing what you’re doing. Go about life. But make sure
you occasionally stop by the wall. You’ll be amazed at the picture He’s painting.
My wall is attractive and exciting. However, it’s still very
empty. He’s just getting started, but the glimpses I’ve seen are enticing.
A recollection of the past, a hint of what’s to come, a reminder
of dreams, a revelation of who I am.
