I have this little project.
But it’s no longer small.
What was supposed to be a fun activity has left my creativity paralyzed.
I bought a seahorse to put in my creative space. My grand idea was to paint words to live by on each wooden slat.
What I’ve written doesn’t feel complete.
Be Present. Here. Now.
Hear what’s truly being said.
Offer advice only when asked.
Love over opinions.
Humbly receive goodness.
I feel like there’s more to say. But isn’t there always?
Perhaps I’ll commit to what I’ve written. And when more words come, I’ll paint another.
In the meantime, my art waits patiently in the corner.
A symbol of waiting to hear what God has to say to me.