One thing that seems to be on my mind more and more is making sure that I am carving time out to create.
The days seem to be overful. Squeezed to the gills like luggage on international flights.
The time that I do get are the scraps of the day. The hours where the moon spreads its quilted blanket of light over the land and sleep is hounding the corners of my eyelids.
These slivers of day are where I make my daily stand.. or hope to. Dragging myself through the crucible of creation in order to draw closer to God and to understand myself better.
I’m thankful for these moments because they are labor with a joyous ending of something created. I love looking back at the products of this labor even if others consider the result misshapen, broken, or useless.
I wonder if that is how God looks upon us. Never regretting it even if the results don’t quite live up to the original design.
Fly or Fall.