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On the Edge
Creativity opens us up to glimpse sacred moments
I moved through my day today on the edge.
On the edge between letting go or giving in; letting go of my expectations and doubts and desire to fix things for my girls and giving in to the sacred moments laid before me that required less, yet more, of me.
Let me explain how that works exactly: requiring less, yet more, of me.
When I look back at how I’ve responded to things in my life, I notice my instinct almost consistently was to consider how something was going to affect me. It didn’t matter if it was something that happened directly to me or if it was something someone else, like a family member or a friend, was facing.
As messed up human beings, we are naturally selfishly wired. We worry about ourselves and focus on ourselves, rarely lifting our eyes up to the world around us and even more rarely to our Creator.
I have been guilty of this more often than I care to admit.
But something I’ve realized, too, over my years sojourning through this messy, broken tangle of humanity, when I am actively involved in with creativity, I see past the mess and brokenness to the everyday sacred that exists, including the likeness of God in the people I meet.
