Exhaustion and the weary walk say there are no leftovers. That
Pen to paper,
body to floor,
Heart to heart -
There is no brain space, no energy, no iota of strength to labor toward anything that joyous.
[When did Joy become synonymous with Superfluous?
I got that memo but I'm shredding it.]
These are not 'extras.'
They're essentials. Wholeness and manna, that's what they are. The creative thing is the hard thing; it always is.
Wouldn't the Enemy just love to reduce our lives to tedium and hard step, hard step, hard step?
These fingers to keyboard, they're the hard-headed belief that the creative thing is the good thing, the God-thing.
Life - it flows through the effort. Every letter pounded, muscle stretched, true word articulated, it is a bite of manna that sustains.
Life and Joy do a two-step here together.