Thursday, 14 April 2011
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
I read this quote last night, and my mind cleared again.
Every once in a while everything gets muddled, clouded, and I can’t remember why I write anymore. It seems incredibly narcissistic; selfish. I feel like all I write about is me, me, me, and then to push it out there and share it with the world and expect people to care? It all feels very needy.
And then I read something like this and God whispers,
That’s not humility, love. That’s pride. That’s fear of rejection and fear of failure.
In grasping for meekness, I get it all wrong again. And that’s OK.
Because I’m learning to see me as my own child, as someone dearly and completely loved, and to make it no more complicated than that. I am loved. I have been given gifts. What will I do now?
Because to hold back, to keep it all in or to try ignoring it, like I did for a decade — that is the poison. Putting my work out there, showing people how I come alive and letting the pain and joy and hope and life of connection happen — that is where we can share in the beauty of creation. To create, to do my art, is to connect with with others and to see more clearly the God who put the fire in my heart in the first place.
It’s as simple as that.
What makes you come alive? How can you find a way to do it today?