This Little Light of Mine

Those rumblings are happening again.

I can describe it only as a voice of suggestion— a gentle nudging that could almost be dismissed if I weren't paying any attention. Its the reverberations of discontent. The word discontent is loaded with so much negativity. I mean discontent in its truest form— literally 'not still', or in my case, not on auto-pilot. Its actually an exciting and coveted place to be, and I need to keep reminding myself of that. Some people spend their whole lives never once touched by the fires of creative possibility. And baby I'm burning alive.

With the blessings of talent and vision come the responsibility of doing something meaningful with them. And therein lies the rub.

My mind reworks the components every day like some jigsaw puzzle that you have no idea of what the finished picture will look like. That feeling like a word that you are trying desperately to remember is right on the tip of your tongue but you just can't get it— that's how close I feel I am. And its frustrating at times.

Its not just some idea for a new business, or some project or hobby. Rather, I believe this is the thread that will weave itself through all the experiences I have had in life thus far and bring me full circle. God gave me this toolbox of natural abilities to work with. I know what inspires me. I know what makes me feel alive. Now how can I use these tools so as to reflect God's glory and live the life He meant for me to live?

In Matthew 5:13-16 Jesus states: "You are the salt of the earth, but if salt has lost its taste, how shall its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything except to be thrown out and trampled under people's feet. "You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do people light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a stand, and it gives light to all in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven""

So I keep praying the prayer of the constipated creative... for that breakthrough. Divine Ex-Lax anyone?