I have had a rough workweek. I have a cold that is kicking my butt. And I’m in a city where sometimes I feel alone. As I sit in front of my laptop searching for the words to inspire you, my mind is blank, empty. Is it my cold, or is it my current circumstances? I’m not so sure, this is one thought I don’t want to meditate on.
I looked around the room, hoping, maybe through some of the objects, that a creative muse would arise and strike a chord of inspiration deep inside. At that moment, the inspired message would go from my mind through my fingers to convey a message that will touch your heart. However, no inspiration came. I looked at the picture on the wall, thinking that within the palette of its colors I could awaken the creative juices in me. No such luck.
I thought about my dream the other night, where my father, who passed away in April of last year, came to me with a copy of my book in his hand and told me how proud of me he was. I looked at my Bible, picked it up and thumbed through it trying to find something, anything that would help rekindle my creative fire that seemed to be burning so dim. As I thumbed through it, I realized that as much as I read the Bible there is still a lot that I don’t understand about it. In frustration, I slammed it shut and tossed it on the floor.
The moment the Bible hit the floor, God revealed a few things to me. He said, regarding my cold, “You need to take better care of yourself, because I have put you in charge of caring for others. And regarding My Book, your Bible. You are not asked to believe the Bible, but to believe the One Whom the Bible reveals.”
Interesting isn’t it. How God can use a cold and a rough week, as the seed that sprouts the message to comfort others. Have a blessed week.