When God is your Muse

I tweeted about it yesterday.  How I felt like writer’s block is a weekly affliction.  How by Tuesday night my ability to string words together into coherent and intelligible sentences vanishes into thin air.  How by Wednesday all my grandiose plans for writing, all of those ideas floating around in my head no longer exist.  And I sit staring into space – looking for all intents and purposes – like the proverbial space cadet.

And when you’re a writer the frustration levels hit an all time high when suddenly, your usual verbose self is struck dumb.  And then it happens – the snappy tone I use when hubs asks an innocent question (I’m pretty sure our neighbours heard me this morning), my shaking mad that causes me to poke myself in the eye with my mascara.  And, arriving at work and taking a very unprofessional tone and escalating a no-big-deal situation into catastrophic proportions. 

By 9AM today I needed a time out.  Big time! (Queue: Screaming out of control toddler)

I closed my office door and convened a come to Jesus meeting with me and God.  And the results sort of blindsided me.

When God is your muse, when His spirit infuses all that you do you need to actually open yourself up to receive what He has to offer you – DAILY.

I’ve been struggling the past few weeks to get my butt out of bed in the mornings and spend time with Him.  I know that when I start my mornings this way – with Him – my day is better.  Loads better.

Trust me I’m not being naive – I know that pouring over scriptures, praying and journaling does not create an alternate universe of rainbows, roses with nary a thorn and kitty cats – but it does create a template for a better day.

And this week (and last week too), I seem to have developed amnesia.  I forgot that spending time with Him actually fills my reservoir.  It fills it so much that it turns into words on a screen, loving words out of my mouth and encouragement offered.  When I let my reservoir dry up – when I turn my back on my Muse – I am left with empty thoughts and nasty words.

It never dawned on me before today to link my time in the Word, my time alone with Him to my writing.  It’s not like there’s Pulitzer material here folks – just old fashioned common sense.

If you want to see your life continuously poured out you need to continuously fill yourself with Him.

“But when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, he will produce this kind of fruit in us: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness…”  Galatians 5:22

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  1. Oh girl… I am LITERALLY mid-post right now and you will not be surprised that He has a sort of theme going on this morning!!! I love you… and I admit that I sort of LOVE rainbows and thornless roses and kitty cats and oh how I wish it was all that simple! Hugs to you my friend! (Off to finish my own post!)

    • Karrilee… You are my biggest cheerleader and I L.O.V.E. you for that… thank you for taking time to scratch your encouragement here!!! Love you!

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