The Uncaged Journey

Writing is like dancing with my fingers. In dance, my body alone conveys the deepest stirrings of my being. In writing I transfer the movements of both my heart and my body to paper. Whether we are writers, dancers, musicians, singers, painters, sculptures, photographers, etc., each of us carry an expression of God's heart which He asks us to unveil to the world. (Obviously, there are many more ways of releasing His heart than the arts, but this is the subject for today.) The more time I spend in God's presence, the more of Him I want to release. I  used to think that unless large numbers of people viewed my work, it was a waste of time. Now I realize it's about so much more. It is about being faithful to who we are and honoring the One who gave us these gifts. I'm reminded of the story of the talents in the Bible - even if our gift is small, we mustn't hide it.  We are called to release what is inside of us - whether to five or to five million, isn'

Lately I've been feeling a bit torn. On one hand, I've finished my first novel, an obscure dream I hid tenderly in my heart for many years. I never thought I could do it, but I did! And I think it's pretty good. But of course every mother thinks her baby is beautiful. I never imagined I would find a career I'd love as much as dance, but this burns deeply and I feel the breath of God on it. Learning how to write and create with Him, whether fiction or non, is fulfilling, peaceful - the Creator and His creation exploring together. On the other hand, now that I've truly caught the writing bug, I feel dissatisfied because I don't have enough time. Like many of us, I would love to quit my job and focus on writing. I'm blessed with a great job that I can do at home, but my heart is pulled in a different direction.  Can you relate? When you finally decide to stop dreaming about something and run after it full-force, even if you fail, it's a big

I am in Him. Within the King of glory, nestled safe in the burning heart of His love, alive within the deep mysteries of eternity, I am there.  Living.  Moving. Coming alive. My identity stares back at me in the reflection of His face; the internal resonating with the external. And then I remember ~ He is in me. Our life is a beautifully weaved tapestry of love.  Yet, though the Creator of all that is seen and all that is unseen is both in me and around me, He gives me the lead.  Never demanding what I won't willingly give. Never pushing me to move in ways I don't want to go. Never forcing my voice to speak words He longs to share. Always loving. Always compelling me to come deeper into that burning heart of passion that burns away what still looks like me.  It is not about me.  I am in Him. He is in me. This is where I live.  I want to look more like Him.  To live and breathe and have my being intertwined so completely with Him that there is no