It’s 4 in the morning, as the old lament went, and this digital device sits here patiently benignly awaiting the moment I feel inclined to write, or play. At least that is the picture most of us have in our heads of that technical treasure we call a computer.
I wish that the one I have had these characteristics. Mine is more like a puppy, he comes up to you toy in mouth and expects that you will drop everything to attend to its every impulse.
Truth be told it isn’t the computer that has the malignant tendencies. If I am totally honest with myself it is the neural marvel we all have called our brain. At 4 in the morning I should be asleep but the dictator of decisions has fomented an idea that will not let me go and thus here I am in front of my mechanical marvel pouring my ideas onto a display that once was blank instead of reposing in the land of nod.
Like it isn’t as if I have a great idea, or even a theme, I have committed the lines that were in my head to the body of this piece already and now, to all intents and purposes this is merely waffle with an unknown outcome. But I, or my mind, cannot leave it at that – or perhaps the digital device has taken over now – I cannot just leave it. For some reason I need to continue to the bitter end, to the point where I can no longer extract one more word to follow on from its previous one, logically or at least grammatically.
Writing for a living, not me, or for a creative outlet is a demanding and sometimes heartless occupation. There are times like this where you are inconvenienced by the basic elements of time and extraneous demands on your social life. Then there are times where you know that a deadline looms but nothing is coming. You sit in front of the computer’s representation of a blank piece of paper hoping, praying and waiting for some sort of inkling that will give you a start only to come up blank. That or find that you are almost sweating blood with the amount of graft that is involved just to string a bunch of words together.
Thank God that our faith demands are not so onerous. He only gets us up at impossible hours when it is for our own good. His demands upon us are light and something He knows we are capable of doing. He protects us from losing our way, to the extent that we allow Him to, and everything that comes into our life is for our own benefit.
At the time we may have difficulty seeing the truth of that statement but sometimes hard times come upon us to either strengthen our faith and experience of prepare us for a promotion in the Kingdom to a different level of service that relies on that experience. I would be a much lesser man if it had not been for the experiences I have had over the last forty years or so.
Maybe Dad was in this interruption to my sleep pattern. I have been at this for about an hour. The words have just flowed and I am just about at the end of my word allowance for the “Mad Mad World” but I think He knew what He was up to assuming it was Him. I think that I might just put this to bed for the rest of the morning and return to see what it is like this afternoon.
May His name be praised forever as is His right and may we all seek His will in our lives daily.
Sj and I plan to be out f touch for the next few days Njoy Bj
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