To empty myself of anger, of loss, of disappointment—with myself and others
To be filled with joy, with purpose, with an excitement for today
To lose the grasping, halting, stopping, starting
To return to the joy
the joy
Of creating something to the glory of God
To remember that the little-people-training each day is creating, forming
God has given me this task as He creates and forms in me
None of them will reach the best seller list, they aren’t books
And yet they will be read
I pray those who read them won’t judge them by their covers
By the ripped jeans, sticking-up hair, and the words that come before the thoughts have been formed and edited
But see the interests that range from programming to Star Wars to building
By the hair that doesn’t stay in pigtails all day, the skirts that are long and graceful and not hip
But see the joy in making for others, the love for the littler ones, the peace that passes understanding in the Father’s care
I swing from the urge
subconscious -- always there
to impress others--strangers I’ve never met--
to please God with my children
to pleasing Him with my life
to remembering that He is pleased when I rest in Him.
Empty of self, filled with Him.
