Time To Be.

How do we give ourselves permission to “just be”? Especially when the panic sets in because we are not “accomplishing” anything “productive”?  By evidence of this very struggle, I believe it shows that we are in dire need of rest, of being reminded, we are but human, messy, out of control sometimes, but intrinsically valuable humans.  We are not machines, we are not work-horses, we are not robots, we have a heart, a soul, a life.  One life.  One life to live.  To do our best to live it fully.

And I would argue that we were created, and our Heavenly Father created us to be creative in our each individualistic ways.  Like an expression, like part of God’s DNA is in our very finger tips, and that when we create, it becomes a flowing-out of, who He is, as He is, in us.  His DNA becoming visible.  If we don’t express it, it stays hidden, a seed, that is not able to grow to its full potential.  I don’t know about you, but I want that FULL potential.  That whole expanse of opportunities, to truly be who we were meant to be.  Flourishing wild; the things in our hearts.

I think it’s beautiful that something not visible in us (an idea, a concept) can be made seen and shared with humankind.  Like how God created:  Hebrews 11:3 “Through faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that things which are seen were not made of things which do appear”.  How cool is that???!  I love that verse.

Another good one:  Colossians 1:16 “for by Him were all things created, that are in heaven and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones or dominions, or principalities or powers:  all things were created by him, and for him: And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.

So when we create, we are participating, becoming part of God’s “creating”.  We get to dabble, to try.  A kind of mimicking, like children mimic their parents.

Pretty cool to be part of His creation.  It’s almost like a real sad tragedy if we don’t try our hand at this.  Like if the children of this world never tried to paint or write or speak our language because they were afraid of NOT DOING IT PERFECTLY.

So God… what kinds of Hopes and Desires do You want us to try?  Any ideas?

Readers, please comment below, your ideas, things you have WANTED to try, but hold yourself back because of the perfectionism clawing at you.  Please share, so we can encourage one another to go full steam ahead, and not let that nagging fear have the last word.