Showing posts with label Creator. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creator. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Weekend Worship—Time for a Reboot

My computer is becoming a serious source of irritation in my life. Not just the ordinary, I hate technology moments we all have, but I’m going to have to wipe the hard drive and start over sort of drama.

To be fair, it’s not even a real computer, it’s a netbook. I’ve had it for just over two years and I have used this little machine hard. Its logged as many travel miles as I have and, for a PC, has been a truly trouble free machine. And up until the past few months, I’ve been thrilled with its performance. It’s always booted up quickly and gone from application to application with lightening speed. It’s definitely been the favorite out of all computers I’ve ever had.

As I said, a few months ago that all began to change. At first I thought it probably had something to do with a virus or spyware or even cookies. But I’ve run every diagnostic in the book and it’s free from digital disease.

One thing all my diagnostic digging did reveal was a very full machine. Its open memory space is rapidly disappearing. Where once it had room to perform, now its life is cramped and overloaded. Its performance has dramatically decreased and if it were a person I’d even go so far as to say it’s chronically cranky. Its bad tempered disposition is due to the fact that I’m expecting it to do things it was never designed to do.

Because it was originally so efficient, I kept piling more and more on it. Moving all my work life to its hard drive because it performed so well. And, until it became overloaded, it just quietly processed my requests. Now, my only option is to wipe its hard drive and start over. And, to be totally honest, I really don’t have the time to spare.

Why? Well it seems I suffer from the same sort of malady as my darling digital offspring. While I considered what to do with this machine, God began to draw some obvious parallels within my own life. This has been a banner year for me, but with my successes have come a dump truck full of opportunities. 

For some, that would be a good thing. For me, the queen of I-can’t-say-no, it’s developed into a nightmare. My own life has become overloaded and my performance has begun to suffer. Where once I finished projects early, now I struggle to complete them on time. I’m suddenly driven by deadlines and distracted by details. And the only answer is take a little time this upcoming holiday season and do a serious reboot to my life.

I’m in the process of plugging back in to my Creator and letting Him remind me of the special things He designed me to do. I'm looking forward to wiping my life free of everything I wasn't designed to do. So where do you stand coming into this holiday season? I encourage you to use the time to readjust your life back in line as we all spend the season celebrating God's love.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Weekend Worship—The Writer's Obsession

The Writer's Obsession
by Edie Melson

I write because I must.
A spark jumps, something begs be shared.
A time of silence, without words,
Icy darkness.
Then the flame flickers and the words pour forth.
Divine inspiration on paper.
As I write I touch the One who wrote the world into existence.
A God of words, Creator on High.
I am made in His image.
My soul communes with the divine when the words pour forth.
I write to touch others, I write to touch myself.
The thoughts inside beg to be expressed.
Sometimes they fall like lead, heavy thuds, without an echo.
At times they are like feathers, lightly floating out of reach.
Then there are times when they fall like water, pouring forth, satisfying
A worth of their own.
The drops become a river, inviting others to drink.
They take life and speak

I write because I must.
Painful times, when the words don’t come
The icy silence of the an empty page
Glorious times when the words flow with grace, sweeping across the pages,
Answering divine echoes within my soul.
Words are my craft, they are my blood, poured out.
Meter, rhyme, cadence, rhythm.
The words take on a life of their own

I write because I must.
My soul longs for expression.
I want to touch others the way I’ve been touched.
Reaching out, offering hope and comfort.
Never reaching down, because I’m never above
Let the words flow
A writer’s soul is deep.
The thoughts have roots
Sharing is painful, a nakedness of self exposed.
Vulnerable, shy,
Driven.
The words express who I am and who I want to be.
My words are my becoming.