This morning when I got up and moving,Â I was surprised to find thatÂ there was a deep sense of contentment resting with me. I walkedÂ to the University in a good clear mood, andÂ I may haveÂ even have whistled as I walked.
Ok, that paragraph just makes me look too much like I was in aÂ Viagra commercial... sorry.
I assure you that I um, wasn't high on viagra, as much as I was high on some part of life yet to be identified...
Yes, now to save this post...
While I was thinking later on in the morning, I recalled that last night while I was praying, I experienced a very clear sense that I am deeply glad for what I do.Â And that thing that I do is pastoring. I am really glad that I have the opportunity to do that, it is a gift to me and. I. love. It.
Go figure. I haven't been able to say that for a long time. At least not with a straight face.
But there it was last night, coming up in my prayers from someÂ deep place inside of me.
And perhaps there is a connection, between that realization, and my sense of contentment.
But asÂ I looked more into that contentment, I realized that because contentment is there, creativity begins to work it's way back into my heart.
I have been creatively dry for longer than I care to admit.Â Before the summer, I hadn't taken an interesting picture for a long time. And my writing was for the most part, just bla, bla, bla.
But as I sensed contentment, creativity started to grow. Maybe they are related, in good ways.
I need creativity in my life.Â It is the physical outworking of internal joy.
So, tonight I thinkÂ I am heading downtown to take pictures of Chicago. We have the evening free and most of us are exhausted, but I think I have enough gas to make it there and back.
Occasionally its good just to ooh and ah at some amazing architecture and visuals. Reminds me that there are big amazing things in this world. I think I need that.
SoÂ I'm offÂ for the El.