I am overwhelmed at how they follow me around.
There is a dog in our life and I often remark over how amazing it is that we have her. Mostly, that I love her so much and she seems to adore me. Because, I was never a dog person before we had her.
Some people claim they are a people person, yet they grumble about the lady cutting them off on the highway or the children mindlessly running around in a store and their parents seeming to be in Neverland.
We don't always know what's on the other side of what we see.
I didn't ever stop to think about how maybe I really am an artist, even though my color splashed on paper is in the form of words.
What comes natural for me, I'm finding, is the tugging to create. And to love.
So, when I stop thinking about the stink and the hair, I can see a heart coming from this dog in our home. I can see that God made even her. And she has purpose, too.
I can also start to imagine that maybe the lady on the highway is headed to the hospital, rushing to be with her son who had an emergency.
Grace allows me to dream bigger than I See.
And in the dreaming, my faith is stretched.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."