Sometimes I feel just like this tree. Stoic and strong. But I begin to wonder if the tree could think, if he would sometimes feel blah, uninspired, boring in his sameness. But then just when you think the tree doesn’t change, it begins. The green leaves turn yellow, orange, red, brown. The wind moves the branches to and fro, changing the silhouette on the horizon. The tree is inspired, inspiring, moving, changing, new.
When I don’t feel like writing, it is usually because I feel blah, uninspired, the same old Lisa, the same old day. But God is always doing something new in me. Even if I am unaware sometimes, he is making me slowly into the image of His Son. My leaves are turning, the Spirit wind is blowing me in different directions.
Sometimes just doing something, even if I don’t feel like it, is a good thing. I feel better since I wrote this, and I’m not even sure why. I guess I’m just reminding myself that God is always at work, things are not as static as I feel they are, and that moving into action can keep me propelled in that direction.
Thanks for listening to the rambling writer.