What We Know And What We Don't (Finding The Amazing In Creative Resourcefulness)

               "This is all I can do.", comes the thought to us in our daily lives (one even I wrestle with at times); yet here something else is present. That thing that appears ordinary and boring. That task, that "same old thing" where we can think there isn't something better, that there isn't more.....so we stop.

                 We've all been there, I've been there, and then we look again and see something else Jesus shows us. Maybe it's perspective that births gratitude or encouragement. Maybe it's confidence that grows to do that "same old thing" toward it's best (instead of "just enough"; though sometimes we simply need to do "just enough" ; that's okay). In what we know there is an amazing God-given resourcefulness (creativity at work) that makes things EVEN better (whether they're easier to do or not). Where amazing happens when we look again at how to hone what already is to it's best! Posted below are two examples of this in my own life where I sought to create something new through a different format of left-indented writing (like a list) and a typical paragraph format in a poetic expression together (something called a "hybrid" style of writing. Something I don't know). The Fiction Piece (posted below) is something I "know", and (to my surprise) I was able to write that when I thought I was creatively tapped out. 

                    Sharing these examples to encourage and empower someone today. Thank you very much for your support of this writing journey! 

(Non-Fiction Hybrid Piece)

Note About "I'll Cook": This metaphor Jesus showed me of using what we have to make a meal one day, and then I saw it through simply writing something differently. It's one of my favorite pieces I've written. Enjoy.

                                I'll Cook

      Wandering around a kitchen. Scrambling to make some meal somehow. Put this in then that, adding pressure's heat in the process.

One small pinch of prose,
a fourth of poetry,
add a half cup more instead,
and I'll cook a hot dish of words,
of new writing somehow.

 

With (A More Recent Fiction Story I Wrote)

       A few feet, walking slowly. Half a mile, a pace that quickens in small increments, still it quickens. One change of scenery where light enters the hidden room of a soul's sorrow, and brings with it hope. Around a path of a public walking trail life cheers her on, both nature and humanity. "One More Step.", she says to herself, with great effort and gratitude she continues.

        Half a mile soon becomes one mile and she smiles, for she is healing. The recklessness of bad choices behind a car crash couldn't stop her; hope can't be paralyzed.

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