I started reading The Organic God by Margaret Feinberg yesterday. I’m trying to take my time reading it, to let the words soak deep into my soul. It is one of those books that has just grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and said, “Ok, let’s get moving.” That does not accurately describe the effect that it is having on me, but I cannot think of another way to put it.
As I have been reading, something inside of me that has been laying dormant has been revived. I crave an adventure. I long to do something that challenges me on every level–physically, emotionally, spiritually, humanly. I long to engage in a mission…to do what I was created to do. I know that in doing what I’ve been created to do that the Creator will make Himself real to other people. I don’t know if this makes sense or not. There is just something that happens inside when you are doing what God created you to do. You are being stretched to the point where you think you will break, but you feel more alive than you have in your entire life.
Yesterday I almost picked up Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I feel like a caged bird whose wings have been clipped. I know that I can soar, but I’m being contained in a small space in which I cannot test the span of my wings let alone spread them and fly. I don’t know if God has me in this small space or if I’ve allowed myself to be contained in the small space. I don’t know if I am a caged bird or a butterfly trying to break out of a coccoon. Two very different circumstances, but similar perspectives, if that makes sense.
Well, I have to go read a book to my niece. I love those moments when you share time with someone you love.
More to follow. I promise.