We each have our expectations of what the world should give us.
We have built this notion of an American dream, but our economy cannot sustain it. Two lay-offs since 2008 as proof for me.
Our hearts cannot bear the reality.
For me, it has been in the strange and awkward in-between spaces of the unknown meadows of life that God has provided me with the greatest amount of creativity. More, so much more, than I ever thought possible.
Fluid, it runs, from my head and heart, onto the page and my hands and feet move with it’s fuel.
I have forgotten about the American pipe-dream. And settled for the strange and awkward in-between spaces of the unknown meadows of life where God-inspired dreams form and become formulas.