February 15, 2009
I’m excited about staring a ‘real’ job tomorrow—working in sales for a remodeling company—but I know I need to keep performing.
I need to keep churning that fire inside to keep the brightness alive.
My words will burn with life no matter what the stage or where I am, I will keep growing and I will keep creating.
I will still sing and I will still dance. My body has always been and will always be a living sacrifice for my characters and my character. Jesus knows it best.
Words and song will seep from my pores even when no one has paid the ticket price. Even when there is no camera, stage door, or gaggle of grateful retirees applauding themselves awake for the final bow I will be a creator. I cannot help but reflect and shine with the goodness of God. Even though I know it’s true, it feels strangely boastful to say I’m made in His image.
Most of all, I feel grateful. I feel heaven’s open doors swinging wide.
I see the children inside.
All of them so young in their timelessness.
I see them soaking in the limitless goodness.
And I know that I have that same thing here—on earth—just as it is in Heaven.
Boy, that was pretty dramatic. But it’s true and I liked writing it.