I love the feeling of opening a brand new journal--the crisp, blank page stares at you just waiting to capture new words, feelings, and emotions.
A blank canvas inspires me as it's textured white expanse await vibrant colors and brush strokes that will make the ordinary something extraordinary.
A snow covered path that has yet to be touched--a perfect blanket of white innocence that makes me feel more alive as I leave my mark on the world one footprint at a time.
New beginnings always sound desirable until you are standing at the crossroad. An artist anticipates the first stroke, the writer ponders their first word, a journeyman excites over undiscovered land, but why then is a life filled with unknowns and a severed past terrifying?
When we are not the creator, not the one making the course; what was once inspirational now becomes a battle of trust. To hand over the brush, to close the journal, to close one's eyes and take the first step is faith that there is one who is inspired by more than what I can comprehend.
I am now the journal, the canvas, the uncharted path and it is God, the Ultimate Creator, who makes me into His own creation.
No comments:
Post a Comment