As this day winds down, I refuse to let it end without showing up at my keyboard and creating something. Sometimes, when opportunities to write elude me because I let too many other things come ahead of writing during the day, or because I can’t get my mind focused in the midst of the chaos of life, I like to give myself the gift of playing with words.
Without placing expectations around my words, I simply sit down here at my laptop and let myself tap these keys without too much thought or planning. For times like this, I choose a word, hop over to Spotify, put on a short playlist (the one playing right now is 13 minutes and three songs long), and give myself permission to play with words and thoughts and ideas. I let a messy mix of words and creativity spill onto the page and see where it leads.
Today, I’m using the word, take. It’s a word that seems a perfect opportunity to release my heart and mind from the day’s chaos and let myself create only for the sake of creating. Writing for the sheer joy of it. And I give myself permission to embrace the messiness of it. In other words, I don’t edit. No backspacing. No seeking just the right word. No critics allowed.
And so, without any further explanation, a few thoughts centered around Take:
There is something about mornings, when I take my first sip of coffee and take the first moments with Jesus, my Bible in hand and my feet propped up on the couch. In the silence I take time to close my eyes and open my heart. I pour out words that are at times jumbled and stilted, but I know God hears them nonetheless.
The pages whisper ancient truths and my mind rests in His presence. When I turn the pages, it is like touching the hem of His robe and in so doing, I am renewed, yesterday is redeemed, and this day resplendent before me.
He invites me to take the path upon which He has set my feet for today. He knows I likely will resist and try my hand at taking control. But He and I both know my success rate is far smaller than when I let Him take the lead.
Those quiet moments invite me to surrender to the sacred. I breathe in the quiet and wrap my hands around my coffee mug and whisper my words, my prayers for peace and clarity and the desires of my heart to align with His. I give Him my cares, my fears, my doubts. But He takes all of me in those morning moments.
And for that, I am deeply grateful. Because as this day comes to its close, I write these words reminding myself (again) to begin and end each day with Him. Always. Give and take. I give Him so little in return for what I will receive.
And that’s a wrap for today, friends. The playlist is done and I look forward to seeing you back here again next week.