A few weeks ago I set out to write a new post and noticed the size of my draft folder. I find it a bit disturbing, my desire to write and the lack of words at times. Lately it seems my head is full to overflowing with the thoughts and ideas I want to share of all God is showing me, but as soon as I sit down to write I am at a complete loss as to how to articulate my jumbling almost frantic thoughts into some semblance of coherent sentence. The titles in the folder are a vast array of wild thoughts and ideas that keep popping into my head as I journey along the path the Lord has me on at this moment. The last of which is titled "draft folder." The day I sat down to write I had set aside my computer to run the kids to their dance lessons (the studio is owned by my sister and because all the kids have taken lessons for the past 15 years, I took over the office work for my sister because I basically live there anyway.) I got busy working in the office and it wasn't until late in the day while talking with my sister about my writing that I confessed how ironic it was that I have drafted a post title "draft folder" and then sent it to the draft file, perhaps never to be published. I laughed about it, but didn't really find it amusing.
It's been bothering me. My life these past weeks feel like the draft folder. So many attempts and new beginnings, fresh ideas, and new glimpses of this dream that is growing. It seems that almost daily God is showing me some new piece to this puzzle and each is a story in itself, yet each story trickles into a much larger one that He is writing. And He is working in my life and in the lives of those He desires to use to pull it all together in only a way He can.
It's scary. For the first time in a long time I am not tempted to get ahead of Him, but rather I wait with great anticipation to see what He will bring next. I am reminded of the old children's song;
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me
Don't judge him yet, there's an unfinished part
But I'll be better just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars
How loving and patient He must be
'Cause He's still workin' on me
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