I have sprung out of bed this morning,
my mind spinning with ideas.
Perhaps a book was born in my head overnight?
I really and truly feel like I cannot think fast enough to contain or capture these ideas.
Like they may flit away on a breeze
before I have had the chance
look at them from every angle,
unfold every wing,
underneath my mind's microscope.
Lord, this comes from you.
The flow of ideas,
the connecting of dots,
the lines of parallels,
these come from You.
Breath of creativity, breath of life.
Perhaps this is a glimpse of my springtime.
A warm day in my winter.
Father of ideas,
let these not pass me by.
May my mind be big enough to hold them all,
yet present enough to look each one in the eye.
Help me to slow down and engage.
May my moments meet my thoughts.
Soli Deo Gloria.