You are my goal, my Father. Only You.
Where would I go but Heaven? What could be a substitute for happiness? What gift could I prefer before the peace of God? What treasure would I seek and find and keep that can compare with my Identity? And would I rather live with fear than love?
You are my goal, my Father. What but You could I desire to have? What way but that which leads to you could I desire to walk? And what except the memory of You could signify to me the end of dreams and futile substitutions for the truth? You are my only goal. Your son would be as You created him. What way but this could I expect to recognise my Self, and be at one with my Identity?
Awake at 8 a.m. after only three hours sleep, head full of insights and ideas for new projects, writing, filming, acting. I quite fancy the idea of doing sketches based around poetry, music and short dramatic pieces. I know it’s been done, but not by me yet. My story has not yet been told in this way.
The course lesson and the ‘Walking in This World’ lesson strongly reinforce the idea that when we are at one with our ‘art’ we are at one with God. It felt like the whole process of putting the event together, and then effectively starring in it, has helped me to tap into a reservoir of creative potential. All I’m asking for now, God, is the energy to complete them.
I’ve had lots of texts, emails, and phone calls saying how much people enjoyed the evening. I’m now going to write a blog ‘how to run a successful book launch on a shoestring’. That’s my next project. I’ve also realised that I need to read some more novels in order to find the structure for the next novel.
I AM BRIMMING WITH POTENTIAL!!