In those seasons, I still invest. I still show up. Even if I don’t feel or hear anything from the lover of my soul, I still make him a priority. Just like a tree in winter looks barren and sometimes even a little dead, it doesn’t last that way forever, spring does come again, and so do the leaves, flowers and fruit in their time.
It’s a defense mechanism, and we hold so tightly to it so we don’t get hurt. The thing is though, it’s preventing you from having full, life-giving, rich relationships.
For a moment I got a glimpse of what God feels about me (and you). It’s not someone holding his breath desperately hoping I don’t mess up.
What does being inspired mean to you? Perhaps a better question would be, how does one get from feeling uninspired to inspired? Welcome to the past year of my life. As a writer, undercover artist, and singing-inclined individual I am discovering what inspiration is and how it influences my creativity. Inspiration can be defined as,…