on one of the coldest days in minnesota's january, i sit at my desk looking out at a wide, clear blue sky. i've hurriedly showered, dressed, and applied my Chanel red lipstick so i could clear the busyness that tends to engulf (and squelch) my creativity, my sanity, my me. i have the creamy white blank pages of my journal for company. coffee is waiting in the french press until it is perfectly dark. children's voices are laughing, arguing, talking. i'm here to write.

the inner thoughts and fears come spilling out. acknowledging to myself in blue ink what i am doing and why. and like He always does, God meets me here. it's not why i do it. i don't try to make Him show up, but He does every time. He weaves a little of His Word through my words to speak to me in my own handwriting.

psalm 54:4 - surely God is my help; the LORD is the one who sustains me.