The Art of Tireless Pursuit: The Expression of Faith in Creativity pt 3

Faith is not only defined by giant leaps but is often reflected in the tiny steps.” ~Candice Coates

A few years back, I was sitting in front of my television, watching some show on HGTV, eating a plate full of room temperature leftovers (good leftovers nonetheless,) when a thought popped in my head:

You will never know where you are going if you never take a step.” ~Candice Coates

The thought seemed simple enough, for, as I was watching HGTV, eating room temperature leftovers, I was also thinking about this creative platform, my writing career,  my art, and all the other things I had planned to do in that year which seemed to have been getting derailed from every angle. Truth be told, I am still thinking about all of these things.

But when I first had these thoughts, I was thinking about my serial-blog-novel, ASCENSION GRAVEYARD. I will be honest, AG (for those of you who are just now tuning in, AG is my blog novel that I started writing in June of 2014…it is still a work in process and progress,) had given me some reason for creative pause.

I felt like it might have turned out to be a far longer novel than I planned for it to be, and coming to terms with that had been difficult. I have said this before. But even with my previous mention, I felt like the thought alone had caused me to stop my creative motions.

Even now, I am planning to charge at this unfinished body of work with full faith and force this summer. This will be my fourth attempt at writing this novel. If that is not fighting tirelessly, I don’t know what is. But still, there are some questions that remain unanswered, that need answering, as I continue on with my creative pursuit.

What do I want for this novel? What do I want for this creative platform, for my art, for myself? Where am I going?

I want a lot and sometimes I feel like the chasm between here and there is just so wide. But that only leads to the next question.

How do I know it is wide unless I take a step? 

It’s like looking into the rippling waters of a pool and trusting my first impression that the waters aren’t that deep when in reality they might actually go twelve feet down.

The realization that I have come to, is that none of it really matters, the true depth or my perception if I never take a step forward at all. And how will I have the faith to step? I have to want it enough and be willing to fight for it until I get it. I have to be willing to count the cost and press until I have a breakthrough. (Luke 14:28)

We all must step forward. We all must have the faith and tenacity to pursue our dreams even at the risk of error. Sure, we will reach moments where we look at how far we have come, scan over our maps and wonder if we have gone the wrong direction. That is part of the faith process.

But even if we have gone the wrong direction, that is not a cause for us to cease proceeding forward, to set up shop in the place of the unknown just for fear of having lost our way. It is all about recalibrating, getting your bearings and then stepping forward in the right direction, again.

So what you may not know where you want to end up exactly. Maybe the answers will only come once you start walking.

So many biblical pictures come to mind; Abraham being told to leave his home by God and go to a place  He (God) would show him (Genesis 12:1). God didn’t tell Abraham where exactly he was to go, he just said go, take a step of faith. Believe.

Then there is Psalm 119:105, which says, “Your Word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” That to me indicates that more times than not the steps ahead of our current footfalls are shrouded in the dark, but we have got to take another step to discover that which lays hidden from view.

For me, I have just got to keep pressing forward, keep stepping through the darkness and trusting the Light to make my way plain. If I want ICFTS to flourish and to nurture the creative growth of myself and others, then I’ve got to keep seeking the Lord for answers to creative questions and sharing what I find.

If I want my art to stretch itself out and grow, then I have got to give it a platform to do so. If I want my writing career to take off, then I have got to keep writing. I have to take steps and keep stepping after that. And I have to have the confidence in the Lord that HE is guiding me and has made room for me for the times that I stumble.

 “Do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward. For you have need of endurance so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the promise.” ~HEBREWS 10:35-36

No matter how big or small the step you take toward accomplishing your dream, celebrate the courage that you displayed in the step that you took and the ones that are sure to follow.

Each stone you put forth is one more to add to the foundation of your future. Be grateful for your progress and keep moving forward no matter how long it takes! Keep stepping, tenaciously in your creative journey and see how the Lord honors that faith.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow wearyand lose heart. ~HEBREWS 12:1-3

So getting back to the original thought I had, it is true that we will never know where we are going if we never take the first step…but that is only if you plan on going nowhere.

Press forward. Keep dreaming. And keep seeking.

~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!



Glow of the Sun: A Free write

Her head was turned to the side, in an angle pushed slightly upward by the cradle of her palm, as if to catch more light from the sun.

Winston let out a breath as he watched her, sitting across from him in her corner of the office, basking out the window. He quickly pulled a piece of printer paper from his desk drawer and with quick, deliberate, but yet delicate strokes, begin to capture her pose in an expression of ink.

The look on her face was captivating. She was definitely daydreaming and he wondered what about. His mind raced with the possibilities, and with each thought the pressure of his pen would ease or deepen bringing forth a brilliant contrast between paper and dark blue ink.

“You have missed your calling,”

The sudden whisper and the scent of pickles and rye assaulted Winston’s nose and ears. The pen dragged awkwardly down the side of the paper. He frowned, tracing the errant mark with his finger as if it were a tender wound before tucking the page out of sight.

His coworker took another bite of his sandwich but didn’t bother not to speak. “Ah don’t cover it up. Its beautiful!” The man’s eyes darted in the woman’s direction and then back to Winston. “You should talk to her, give her one of your drawings,”

Winston turned to him horrified. He had drawn her every day for nearly two months, each drawing meant to be private, just an expression of need; need to create, need to capture her beauty before the precious moments slipped. He was used to precious moments leaving him. He had learned to capture them now.

The other man chuckled. “Oh come on, me and Charlie have taken the liberty to look at your work. Its really good. She would like it.”

Winston felt his jaw clench. Such an act of violation. “You had no right to go through my desk.” His words were clipped. The sunlight reflected off the gold band of his ring finger. He twisted it around his finger with the same motion that his stomach was twisting.

The warmth of his coworker’s hand seeped through his vest. “We meant no harm. Besides, you shouldn’t hide them. Its been a long time. You aren’t doing anything wrong. And I don’t,” He sighed before finishing his thought. “I don’t think she would mind, Winston.”

Winston looked up at the woman and the sun light brightened about her head, forming a halo with outline of her hair. Her eyes met Winston’s and she smiled sweetly.

Winston smiled in return as heat crept up his neck. His coworkers hand tightened on his shoulder. “Nah, she wouldn’t mind at all. I think she might be telling you that right now. Look how she brightened the sun.”


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