I apologize for my absence. I’ve been a bit neglectful of this blog in hopes of getting another goal accomplished. I am in the process of getting my debut novel, “It is Well” completed and published. This journey of writing has taught me so much more than I anticipated. The story has twisted and turned. The characters took the story out of my hands and made it their own. And all along I have enjoyed this roller coaster. But I often doubted myself. Doubted the ability to be creative. To tell the story in a way that would captivate you and draw you in is not something I take lightly. And in the process, I have neglected other things besides this blog. I have neglected my time with the Lord, the Father of Creativity.
Have you ever seen an artist without any paints? A poet without a lyric? A musician without a note? A writer without a word? Have you ever read a book that fell flat or a song that felt hallow? It’s lacking the body of life. That is life when disconnected to the Father. It lacks creativity. It lacks zest. And at the heart of the matter, most of the time God-given, God-inspired talent and creativity are blocked due to self-motivated, self-inspired sin. How can one expect the artist to paint when the paint has run dry? How can a Christian be an example of one who has the living water when she has shrivelled up?
In a village, tucked away in a small country, sat a well that most ran to for fresh water. Yet over the years, the children started to throw little pebbles into the well because they liked the sound of them hitting the water. Then they started to try bigger stones to see how those would sound. As time went on, though, the water wasn’t as easy to get to due to the ever-growing pile of rocks.
Now, Christian, you are that well. You have the Living Water flowing through you that draw others into your presence. Yet, you liked the sound of the rocks hitting the water. You enjoyed the little sins that caused short bursts of fun so you moved on to the larger sins. And now the water that used to flow through you, though still there, is hard to access. The plans that God had for you, the dreams you dreamed together, the poems you wanted to write and the songs you wanted to sing are all bottled up due to sin.
And that has been my place for the past few weeks. Bottled up. Inhibited. Jammed. Cramped. Restless. Imprisoned. You get my drift. It started with a little pebble and grew until I sat in church this past Sunday and the Holy Spirit woke me up through the sermon. Here I am on an adventure of creativity through writing my first novel and I dare to involve myself in something that could strip God’s hand away from this! I am an idiot.
So I give up. I’m not perfect and I’m going to sin again. You can count on it. But now that the Holy Spirit has exposed this particular sin in my life and has revealed to me the consequences, it was time to get right. I want to bear godly fruit, but I can’t be a godly tree and a worldly tree. That would be one confused tree.
Matthew 3:8 says “Therefore bear fruit in keeping with repentance.” John the Baptist spoke to the Pharisees and Sadducees that were coming for baptism. They were doing it for improper reasons and not for a change of heart. It’s got to start with our hearts for it is a well-spring of life. Let life flow through us by repenting and showing the fruits of what God can do.