sometimes i go into a bookstore just to calm my spirit. something about walking into an entire building of books, i feel the wisdom of each author whispering from behind the book jackets.
maybe it’s just the kinds of books i read. the authors i’m drawn to. hope spreaders, life givers, big dreamers and love sharers.
i popped in the other day for one little book and in an instant felt such peace. the peace of knowing everything is gonna be alright. there is no new, no road we walk in this life that someone hasn’t already traveled, and lived to tell about it. thank God for brave truth tellers. look at them all!!!
you are enough. you are brave. you can do this. you are better than you know. keep moving. be still. breathe. find quiet. be at peace.
these are the words i hear in a bookstore. the words that make me want to join the ranks of those who inspire. those who teach. those who love with the gift of their life, their words. those who generously share their heart with each of us, strangers, for the chance it might help. for the peace it creates while making this art. for the joy that it might save just one.
it’s why i write.
have you ever wanted something really, really bad and God said no?
so many times.
and as i look back on each one i am so thankful for His no. for His wait. not now. not this. you’re not quite ready yet.
a few weeks ago i spent an extraordinary weekend in an ordinary city with a dream and a wish and a handful of prayers. and God said no.
He said no for reasons i do not know. cannot know, because they are bigger than me. because He said yes to someone else.
but He didn’t say no to me. He said no to this. it’s not your time.
i have other things in store. a greater yes, when the time is right.
i’m not sure what that yes is, but i know it’s bigger. way bigger than my little heart can dream. because this God we serve? He’s about God-sized dreams. He’s about crazy big, blow your mind kind of dreams.
it’s not what we hope for that matters in this life. it’s not what we strive for, or covet after that counts in the end. it’s the small acts of courage and faithfulness accumulated over a lifetime. about continuing to move forward after a door closes, believing that another one will open. knowing He has already gone before us and made the way. all we must do is follow Him.
say yes. even if all the world seems like it’s saying no…what it really means is yes. there’s a greater yes ahead.
it’s why i write. it’s the art that i make. it’s the happy i find in this world.
what’s your art?