“Patience is power.
Patience is not an absence
of action;
rather it is
"timing"
it waits on the right time
to act,
for the right principles
and in the right
way.”
Bishop Fulton J. Sheen
“The common man prays, 'I
want a cookie right now!' And God responds, 'If you'd listen to what I say,
tomorrow it will bring you 100 cookies.”
Criss Jami
“Like a flower, we blossom
when the conditions are right.”
I’m not sure why I’ve been delaying
my writing. It’s probably the same
old Enemy I fight every time I sit in this chair. I get filled with the same old questions, too:
·
What do you have left to say?
·
Why don’t you go to bed?
·
Why don’t you give up?
·
Where is your Muse?
And so it goes. And so I write. It’s what I do. And it is, in part at least, who I
am. Or at least it brings me in
touch with who I am. It’s what
makes me special, but if I never wrote another word, I’d still be special. But I’m going to write. I’m going to write as much and as often
as possible. This is what I need
to be doing. This is what lifts me
up and what calms me down. I wish
I had started doing this years ago.
I’m not sure why my Muse took so long.
I tried to start a
blog a few years ago, but I didn’t know what to write about then. Perhaps I needed to experience certain
things first. Perhaps I wasn’t
quite ready for my Muse. Perhaps
it was all a matter of timing.
Perhaps the right things happen at the right time. Perhaps the timing is what makes them
right.
Once I worked for
months trying to get a job at a school.
I badly wanted this job.
The process was long and arduous and several times it looked hopeless. Then it came down to one other
candidate and me. For reasons I
never fully understood, they picked the other candidate. I was crushed. It was the only time I ever cried over
not getting a job I’d wanted. Even
the people I knew on the inside were surprised, but no one really knew
why. Then a few weeks later a
friend said the person they hired had more credentials than me. This was only a guess, but based on
that information, I decided to return to school and get my teaching
credential. On my first week back
in school the organization called and hired me. The person they hired didn’t work out. In fact, he may have been one of the
worst choices they ever made because he was fired after teaching only one
class.
Here’s the most
interesting thing though: Had I
been hired when I wanted to be hired, I would not have returned to school and I
would have never gotten a teaching credential. Not having a teaching credential would have changed my life
drastically. So it all happened at
the right time.
My Muse showed up
at the right time, too. I can’t
say that I yet understand the timing for her appearance. It doesn’t matter. I accept that there’s a reason and
maybe I will find out. The reason
won’t affect anything I’ve done, I’m doing or that I will continue to do. Even though the Enemy comes against me
like clockwork, I sit here and write.
I Get Started and I Keep Going.
Sometimes it’s all I know how to do. Perhaps my determination is better than my writing. As long as that’s the case, I think my
writing will get better, too. It
will also help me reach my goals.
Whether it does or not, there are few things better than sitting here
and writing.
As I said, this
makes me special. It makes my life
special. I think we are all meant
to be special, but some people want to hide that, perhaps from fear or laziness. It takes work to be special. It takes work to be in Purpose. And it takes the right timing. Until then, I just do the best I can. I use well the time I have. I Get Started and I Keep Going. I keep writing.
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