Inspiration. Please come to me....I literally just typed that out as a start to this blog because for the last two weeks I have been feeling a bit like an empty shell walking around with nothing creative flowing out of me. I blame the rainy weather, the food poisoning, a fussier than usual baby who is refusing naps and sleeping restlessly at night (You have to sleep at some point kid - I hate to break it to you), or the fact that I have other, work related projects on my plate that are easy for me to escape to.
But if I'm really honest with myself I know what is causing this slump. It's resistance.
Have any of you ever read the book - the War of Art by Steven Pressfield? Well if you haven't, you should. I read about three- quarters of the book a couple of years back and recently acquired the audio book and have been letting the truths that book spins push me out of this funk. It's an in-your-face direct and honest book about the reasons why people struggle to accomplish good things....be it a creative endeavor betterment of your health, or personal growth of any kind. Pressfield clearly identifies "resistance" as the enemy that blocks you and then he lays out a war strategy against resistance to achieve success. His approach is worldly, but to be honest, he is laying out Kingdom principals and what happens in the spiritual realm of our hearts day in and day out.
God is the ultimate creative being and humans are made in His image. Whether you think you are creative or not, you are. Even if your creativity comes in the form of business strategies or overcoming complex engineering obstacles, every single person has creativity at their very core. Releasing that creativity, even if it doesn't have the label "christian" on it, is showing a piece of God to the world. Through art, music, dance, writing, acting, or complex scientific discovery, God reveals himself beyond a label and through all mediums of creative expression.
Enter resistance. In the book it's hard not to picture resistance as the devil himself. He is described as a liar. as a thief, as insidious. If that doesn't sound like beelzebub, I don't know what does. I know i am called to write. write poetry. write stories. write memories. write songs...therefore, Resistance (read: the devil) will do everything in his power to stop me from accomplishing this task.
I'm an overcomer by recognizing the enemy and merely pushing "publish" on this blog.