the "in between".

i love how on days like this, where everything feels so hard, and i have no energy, and their is no passion fueling my veins, and all i feel is overwhelmed at the stack of papers beside me, and the impossibilities pushing at my brain, and the low number that perpetually defines my bank account, and wholly afraid to step outside and pursue anything that remotely reflects taking a chance...inspiration creeps its way in.

inspiration is so stealth. you just pick up that book you haven't looked at in months and find the bookmark on a page that explodes with extraordinary encouragement. you look at your cell phone and find that your dear friend has sent you the most ridiculously random and hilarious text, you walk out to the mailbox and find a card handmade just for you, you read a blog and find that stranger living three states away is going through the same things you are and it just gives you such comfort. you finally paint that blank canvas and out comes the most beautiful painting your fingers have ever birthed. and it's just like that...it all pours out in one fell swoop, and you just stand back for a second, savoring the present moment, and whisper thank you's to God for pulling you out when the waters got to deep. He brings you back to safety. He doesn't let you drift out to sea, or sink into the deep. He does not leave you nor forsake you.

He inspires you. He uses His dear children, and He brings you back..to life...to the present moment, and suddenly that triple digit number isn't so worrisome. suddenly that stack of papers doesn't seem so tiresome. suddenly, you feel unafraid to step out the front door, and filled with faith as you take that blind step. suddenly, in spite of every reason to feel bad, you just feel good, capable and strong.

this in between isn't so scary. it is a season of life, and it too shall pass.