SING A SONG

Last night as I was leaving the church building my path crossed a new little friend. I greeted her with a warm hello and inquired if she was still singing her favorite song. You see, a couple weeks ago our youth group hosted a new Christian artist, who has a song rapidly gaining attention on the radio -she had heard it several times prior to the concert. She had declared it her favorite song and after the concert that evening she sang me her rendition.

When I asked about the song she remarked - oh, I don't sing that one anymore. I crouched down and with great interest asked why. Well she said, I make up my own songs. When ever I need one I just make one up. As part of our exchange I told her that I also sometimes make up songs as I'm driving my car. She applauded my efforts and continued to tell me that at age four she had lots of songs. You should have seen the look on her face when I exclaimed that I to was FOUR!

What a conversation we had...and the power of imagination was at an all time high. Every time she would tell me of her creative explorations, it would unleash in me a desire to follow her down any path that she would suggest. What a joy to see no boundaries on her ideas. She didn't worry about being right or wrong, perceived as cool or eccentric...she was just free.

As I prepared to leave, I asked her if she would be singing in her car on her family's vacation travels this week. She matter of factually stated yes, but that they had a movie player in the car so she may not take the time. Do you have a movie thing in your car? No I replied - I just draw as I drive and maybe sing. Oh, she said with great concern - you need to consecrate on driving instead of drawing - be safe!

Wow! What a joy! I do need to consecrate myself more. I need to let my creator breathe into me His creative freedom and act like one of his children - complete with a new song in my heart each new day.

SLIPPERY WHEN WET

Have you ever seen that sign when traveling down the road? It seems like such an obvious caution. Any idiot can figure out that the pavement is going to be affected by the change in the elements. At least it seems that it's obvious until we are swerving to maintain our course or locked in one of those scary skids - you know, the one with the thought of impending death or a major ouch at the end.

I've decided that the same caution - slippery when wet - needs to be applied to our time. Come on think about it? Haven't you said, "Oh there's plenty of time", "I'll do that in a minute", "sometime next week when this emergency is over I'll..." Time just slips away. The changes in the weather of our lives has caused us to slide or find intentions quite slippery. Next thing you know the time has slipped right out of your hand. You can't get it back. Your good intention or plan bears the dent of the slide.

So as I complained to my web tech today that my website didn't contain a link to my blog, I had to face the hard realization that I had let it's function in my life slip away. Life was too slippery for my creative blogs. Time certainly has this idiot mastered...time,slippery when...