With a storm approaching he becomes increasingly agitated. The efforts to free himself are more vigorous. All his work only causes him to become more entangled and frustrated. He is stuck.
A strong, yet gentle hand reaches for the rope. A reassuring voice speaks words of comfort.. Ye he kicks in fear at his rescuer.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the LORD.” Isaiah 55:8
neither are your ways my ways,"
declares the LORD.” Isaiah 55:8
Slowly his rescuer frees him from the trap. He runs wildly – joyful.
"As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:9
How often I feel like that stubborn mule. Not understanding, I tug, kick, and bray instead of yielding to the one who comes to rescue.
“Writing may express the self, but it also quiets the self. It siphons off the busy chatter of distraction and points a way to hear the larger currents moving more deeply in ourselves. In other words, writing allows both the small and the large to have their place.” Julia Cameron
When I am tangled, stuck, I write because “it siphons off the busy chatter of distraction and points a way to hear….”
“As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:10-11
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Isaiah 55:10-11
In the middle of the words I “hear the larger” and allow the Rescuer, Jesus, to have his place.
I run wildly – joyful.
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HCB Book Club PostsThis week the discussion is Dailiness, Voice, and Form vs. Formula.
HCB Post Laura's First Words: Feeding the Horses
Cassandra’s Dailiness
Glynn’s Voice, Get Over It
L.L.’s An Accidental Post While Watering the Garden
4 comments:
Writing has often done this for me, too. Words are a gift from God. For the writer, too.
We're often all stubborn mules, and we need a good swat to get us moving. Great word picture.
This is so very good, Nancy. How often have I been that little mule? Funny what we each read that stands out to us. I remember the quote about siphoning off the noise, but I must have just glossed over it. But it is very true. Writing helps me focus on what matters.
Like, my Rescuer.
I, too, write to sort it all out, to siphon Truth from noise.
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