Sunlight

Sitting in my office, I embrace the streaming sunlight that bathes my office walls and furniture. I find complete peace in the silence...even when intermittently disturbed by a passing car, a random horn, voices from the office next door or the rattling and tapping keys on my keyboard. I feel like this is what breeds creativity--this is where creativity begins. Among the silence of the mundane. Even while I sit and listen, I hear things that I've never taken in before. A passing airplane outside. The humming of an overactive laser printer. Tapping of feet from high heels of passing pedestrians. yes--maybe this is where creativity will explode. Disrupt the normalcy of daily life and surge creation and birth movements in my mind. Lord knows I could use a heavy dose of creativity right now. If in fact necessity is the mother of invention, then creativity is the byproduct of lack And I am knee deep in a seemingly hopeless situation that only God, the Creator of creativity, can change. The one who can produce heavens and kingdoms with a thought. Who can see the intricacies of the human body and all its working parts, while nurturing the lives of billions. I need His creativity. I am thankful for what I have, and know that there are millions who would eagerly accept my purpose in exchange for theirs. But right now, I would like the Creator to create in me the creativity to be free of the burdens that tether me to fears and struggles. The creativity to surpass what I know and to soar the limitless possibilities of life. The creativity to release the sorrows of yesterday's pain and embrace yet again the hope of tomorrow's promise. What ever that promise may be.

For now, I'll continue to enjoy the light that plays in my work space and dances with my dreams. And smile at the infinite hope that if the Creator is ever with me, then His creativity rests amidst the illumination.