Inspiration is a funny thing, but unfortunately it's not funny enough to laugh at. Some days inspiration plays hide-n-seek and it can take days, weeks, months, and sometimes even years to find it. Inspiration is like a tornado that continually changes direction. I've spent a whole day digging for inspiration and come up with a goldmine; other times I've discovered a goldmine simply by throwing a pineapple in the garbage can.
Sometimes it's best to stop looking for inspiration and let it find you. After a while it will get cramped in its hidey hole and come crawling back when it realizes you aren't playing hide-n-seek anymore. Twenty-five percent of inspiration comes when I'm writing, seventy-five percent when I'm not. The harder you try to find inspiration the deeper it'll hide.
But how long do you wait for inspiration to come? It's not practical to bake cupcakes everyday, watch videos of mischievous cats every afternoon, or spend 365 days at Disney World while you are waiting for inspiration. When it's past time for inspiration to come, go to work without it. Yeah, I know it's a lot harder, but when you don't have paintbrushes you gotta use your fingers. Uninspired writing may look like a weed in a sunflower field, but it won't ruin the whole field. When inspiration finally arrives, you can always go back to that section and pull that weed and plant a flower.
"Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your name give glory because of Your lovingkindness, because of Your truth." (Psalms 115:1)
We glorify ourselves more than a peacock fans his feathers. One compliment inflates our head like a balloon, and a cheer of praise makes it a mountain. Then, poof! One look at God and that balloon pops. What are we to compare with Him? What is mud compared to gold or a shack compared to a castle? Why are the mud and shack praised when they deserve to be torn down, and the gold and the castle scorned as worthless?
All glory belongs to the glorious One. He gave glory to us who had none, distributing the spoils to us even though we did not participate in the battle. There is nothing in Him that is not glorious. He deserves exaltation for every attribute. Let us praise Him who loved us when we hated Him, and who gave us His divine truth when we spurned it. No one loves as strongly as He does. No one's words are as true as His. He deserves more honor than a thousand soldiers, for He has rescued more with His words than any army saved with the sword.
"Do not add to His words or He will reprove you, and you will be proved a liar." (Proverbs 30:6)
God is perfect, therefore His words are perfect. But we, being imperfect, cannot recognize perfection. We try to "correct" the perfect with our own flawed words and then the perfect is rendered imperfect. Adding your own words to Scripture is like pouring water on fire: it loses its power.
If American citizens started making up their own laws and ignoring the government's, a lot of people would be in jail. And when Christians start making their own doctrines and ignoring God's, a lot of people will end up in hell. God has never lied and never will. Man has lied and will continue to fib. What first appeared true may turn out false in the end. We must never trust human words unless they reiterate what God has spoken. Why trust the words of a rat when we can listen to a king? Adam and Eve listened to the snake's revised edition of God's commands and their descendants have been listening to it ever since. The smallest addition will stain the whole truth like a teaspoon of grape juice on a white garment. A lie plus the truth won't make it true, but it will make the truth false.
Many men have altered the truth and led the human race into a sink hole. But no matter how many revised versions of Scripture are printed, God will make sure there is always a copy of the original, untainted and unaltered, ready for anyone who is looking for it.
Mariposa is a self-taught artist who captures the glories of God's creation on canvas. She has a Ph.D. in creativity and a masters degree in imagination.
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