"God created the world. If you do not know the purpose of the world...you will abuse it. God created marriage. If you do not know the purpose of marriage....you will abuse it. God gives us our families. If you don't know the purpose of family...you will abuse it. God gives us architecture and science and literature and art...and if we do not know the purpose of those things....we will abuse them. And the purpose of those things is to magnify the wisdom of God...to magnify the mercy of God...to magnify the redemptive acts of God. If you do not know that...you will abuse the thing and all of the sudden man becomes the center and focal point of all your architecture...all your art...all your music...all your science." - Voddie Baucham
I have a huge box of things I've written...various project in various stages of development. Pages and pages (1000's of them) of plot lines, characters, and dialogue.
Some of it's even quite decent.
My flesh wants to hold on to all of it. These works are a testament to years of hard work, dedication, experience, education, and talent.
But all of it...is PAST stuff.
Stuff written prior to salvation. Prior to the Lord saving me from myself. Prior to Him redeeming me.
Hard work, dedication, and talent wielded in my own strength...for my own glory.
I've been pondering whether or not the Lord wants me to rework one or two of these stories. With new eyes.
It's what's makes the most sense, right? A tweak here. A tweak there. That's all it would take...to get some of this work into shape. To fit them into my new worldview and sensibilities. It would certainly be the easiest thing to do. The quickest road to achieving results...placing me back in the swing of things...represented by an agent...shopping my work around Tinsel Town.
But, "No."
But....Jesus.
It hit me clearly just this very morning...the Lord wants me to actually bury my past in an intentional move before a step forward is to take place.
By bury...I mean...kill.
Like chains around my neck... are these stories of old.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. John 3:6
I am to have a touchstone moment. A monument to return to. A memorial place.
In response to what the Lord has shown me and in an act of obedience ....
... I decided tossing pages into flames would be more fun than tossing them into a garbage can. I recruited my kids to help me.
In Jemima's words, "Some families play board games. We burn our idols."
... I decided tossing pages into flames would be more fun than tossing them into a garbage can. I recruited my kids to help me.
In Jemima's words, "Some families play board games. We burn our idols."
I have a huge box of things I've written...various project in various stages of development. Pages and pages (1000's of them) of plot lines, characters, and dialogue.
Some of it's even quite decent.
My flesh wants to hold on to all of it. These works are a testament to years of hard work, dedication, experience, education, and talent.
But all of it...is PAST stuff.
Stuff written prior to salvation. Prior to the Lord saving me from myself. Prior to Him redeeming me.
Hard work, dedication, and talent wielded in my own strength...for my own glory.
I've been pondering whether or not the Lord wants me to rework one or two of these stories. With new eyes.
It's what's makes the most sense, right? A tweak here. A tweak there. That's all it would take...to get some of this work into shape. To fit them into my new worldview and sensibilities. It would certainly be the easiest thing to do. The quickest road to achieving results...placing me back in the swing of things...represented by an agent...shopping my work around Tinsel Town.
But, "No."
But....Jesus.
It hit me clearly just this very morning...the Lord wants me to actually bury my past in an intentional move before a step forward is to take place.
By bury...I mean...kill.
Like chains around my neck... are these stories of old.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. John 3:6
I am to have a touchstone moment. A monument to return to. A memorial place.
In response to what the Lord has shown me and in an act of obedience ....
... I decided tossing pages into flames would be more fun than tossing them into a garbage can. I recruited my kids to help me.
In Jemima's words, "Some families play board games. We burn our idols."
... I decided tossing pages into flames would be more fun than tossing them into a garbage can. I recruited my kids to help me.
In Jemima's words, "Some families play board games. We burn our idols."
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i will love and hold you in my. heart always. All you need to know.
i will love and hold you in my. heart always. All you need to know.
Thats my mama!
I love you.
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