This spoke to me so deeply. I will be returning to it many times.
I’m really at a loss for words to do justice to what this (and all your recent writing on creativity) has meant to me. It feels like someone has pulled back the heavy drapes on my soul and what I had always thought was some unruly, poisonous weed in me turns out to be a wild, beautiful, life-giving tree!
Wow, this called to something deep into my soul. Your niece would have been so encouraged by this letter.
Tears formed in my eyes when you started talking about how your childhood holds clues. The breath between the lines said, “You weren’t made wrong, Sarah. You were made differently on purpose.”
Thanks again, Tim, for carrying the light. Thanks for being a vessel. Thanks for spurring on the souls playing detective and trying to follow the invisible thread into the unknown. May God bless you and your family!
I, too, will return to this again and again. Your words struck such a deep chord in my soul. My life has long been about releasing the song through music, words, and art, but I've been searching for myself after the death of my husband and soul mate of 52 years. Thanks for sharing these words that have brought me back to the feet of my awesome Creator Redeemer. I intend to share them with a young woman in desperate need.
Also, the testimony of high school you versus the man who wrote and shared this piece of art is so incredibly timely and necessary for this high school teacher with desks full of sophomore souls and a slideshow of faces as I whisper and groan my prayers for each of them. I'm so thankful that the holy magic of a Great God is at work, calling, drawing, loving and leading even when it looks like the world is winning. Amen, Lord. Amen.
Tim, this sort of writing is why I support your work here, and it's something I never regret taking the time to slow down and read. And, in my best days, these are thoughts I continue to carry with me and be challenged by.
Thank you for pulling on the thread, and pursuing beauty whatever the cost. Your life is a witness of something (Someone) very good, my brother.
I don't really have words... it tugged on the thing inside me that always gets tugged on - my "Moana" tide, "always falling and rising".
And it almost made me want to cry...
I always feel like there's something more I should do with what God has made me, but I don't know how, and so, I don't. But, I want to. Is it really worth pursuing and sacrificing for, even if it doesn't meet the provision aspect that you touched on? Time is so limited... how do I juggle an average full-time job, and yet pursue the artist inside me? Ugh. Idk, just thinking out loud. You don't have to respond to this comment lol.
This spoke to me so deeply. I will be returning to it many times.
I’m really at a loss for words to do justice to what this (and all your recent writing on creativity) has meant to me. It feels like someone has pulled back the heavy drapes on my soul and what I had always thought was some unruly, poisonous weed in me turns out to be a wild, beautiful, life-giving tree!
Thank you so much for sharing your light. 🤍
Wow, this called to something deep into my soul. Your niece would have been so encouraged by this letter.
Tears formed in my eyes when you started talking about how your childhood holds clues. The breath between the lines said, “You weren’t made wrong, Sarah. You were made differently on purpose.”
Thanks again, Tim, for carrying the light. Thanks for being a vessel. Thanks for spurring on the souls playing detective and trying to follow the invisible thread into the unknown. May God bless you and your family!
Oh my gosh I just now got a chance to read this and it is SO good. I will also be saving it and reading it again. Thank you so much for sharing.
I, too, will return to this again and again. Your words struck such a deep chord in my soul. My life has long been about releasing the song through music, words, and art, but I've been searching for myself after the death of my husband and soul mate of 52 years. Thanks for sharing these words that have brought me back to the feet of my awesome Creator Redeemer. I intend to share them with a young woman in desperate need.
—Broken and multiplied
I've re-read this three times. Brilliant.
I feel convicted and inspired.
Also, the testimony of high school you versus the man who wrote and shared this piece of art is so incredibly timely and necessary for this high school teacher with desks full of sophomore souls and a slideshow of faces as I whisper and groan my prayers for each of them. I'm so thankful that the holy magic of a Great God is at work, calling, drawing, loving and leading even when it looks like the world is winning. Amen, Lord. Amen.
Tim, this sort of writing is why I support your work here, and it's something I never regret taking the time to slow down and read. And, in my best days, these are thoughts I continue to carry with me and be challenged by.
Thank you for pulling on the thread, and pursuing beauty whatever the cost. Your life is a witness of something (Someone) very good, my brother.
I don't really have words... it tugged on the thing inside me that always gets tugged on - my "Moana" tide, "always falling and rising".
And it almost made me want to cry...
I always feel like there's something more I should do with what God has made me, but I don't know how, and so, I don't. But, I want to. Is it really worth pursuing and sacrificing for, even if it doesn't meet the provision aspect that you touched on? Time is so limited... how do I juggle an average full-time job, and yet pursue the artist inside me? Ugh. Idk, just thinking out loud. You don't have to respond to this comment lol.