It’s Friday and this week’s Five Minute Friday one-word-prompt is Inspire. Feel free to link up over at www.fiveminutefriday.com! We would love to have you join our writing community. Or read others’ reflections on Inspire!
I have been feeling less than inspired lately. This comes from a month of stress, sadness, disappointments, and, well, for no better word, anxiety.
I desire hope and peace. I desire to feel the rush of inspiration and joy. But life is not giving that out right now.
Last week I was especially bored and frustrated with my life as it is. I felt I could not spend one more minute inside of my house or I might start screaming at the walls. I had received another “strong candidate” email from a potential employer that resulted in, “but we’re going with another candidate” and I was crushed.
I desired to NOT allow this letter to define something in me, but it did.
I struggle to not perform. Let me rephrase that. I struggle to know I am worthy even if my performance is less than shiny. Even if I don’t get that job. Even if I don’t have a successful speech, or blog post, or Trades of Hope month, or whatever.
I could easily look to a self-help talk or book to inspire me to move on. To get my butt in the chair and keep writing anyways. To pick myself up again “even though.”
(Side note: What’s more inspiring than this picture? All of the inspirational images together, right??)
But my husband and I were just talking over lunch about our need to not be inspired to change our own lives, but to surrender ourselves to the God who has already given us all things.
The God who has given us righteousness.
The God who has given us love.
The God who has given us sonship (and daughtership) through adoption.
The God who has promised us the Kingdom.
I cannot pull myself together. No amount of inspiration will change that.
But I can lay myself down at the feet of Jesus and ask Him to continue His work in me. To provide and love.
In that I have hope and peace.
Hmmm… I did not think it would end there. It is fascinating to me what the work of writing can do in my own soul. How just sitting and writing for 5 minutes can bring a shift in myself. How writing is a spiritual practice of unearthing hurts and fears while bringing about truth and resolution.
What do you think? Does inspiration work for you? What does writing do for you?