Friday, August 21, 2009

Longing for Vision

There was a time when I could make felt all the day long. Those days are long gone and I grieve them deep in my heart. Finding creative juice is difficult. I believe that I am part of God's creativity so when it leaves or feels distant, I have to ponder deeper questions; like have I moved away from my Creator. Certainly, He has not left me, so it must be me...or there is too much other junk in my life to block creativity. Soon some "junk" will be gone from my life and perhaps I can return to a simpler time...and make felts. I love making felt. I am more and more convinced that it is what I am supposed to do. There is great peace in that knowledge.

He is my Vision.
Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

2. Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

3. Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight,
Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight.
Thou my soul's shelter, Thou my high tower.
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

4. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

5. High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'ns Son!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

Shalom to each of you and Great Creativity!


TheZach said...

I clicked on the top image - the one orange hat. The manican appears to be crying. It looks almost like a tear is coming out of its eye in the direction of its mouth.

I'm with you on hoping the junk is gone.


Barbara Marr said...

You were made and ARE strong... this too shall pass.