I am a divergent. I saw pictures into my own mind tonight. From the imagination of another, I am reminded of the frailty of the rarity in my mind to stay true to what I am truly experiencing. I am not a class, I am not of an age group. I have senses that take me beyond what others can see, feel, and touch. I am always in the present, but am constantly sensing the what is behind me and what I will soon be facing. I am on the verge of insanity everyday as I wait on the LORD in desperation to give me my daily duties and instruction. These lists come so gently, most would miss them. They are whispered across my conscious so delicately, that without intention, they would be missed and my life wold begin the slow crumble.
I have heard so often descriptions of learners and personality types, what kind of worker we are or a parenting style. right brained, left brained? I have learned that when all of the stereo types fit, I fit none of them.
I remember in school, getting so angry at the teacher telling us to think beyond the box. I would start feeling free with my writing or questions. Only to be cut of in the midst of exploration and creativity, Have you ever thought how cruel it is to cut off a creative in such a vulnerable moment? To leave all their thoughts exposed creates an identity massacre.
The truth is, they were never saying think outside the box. What they were truly saying was come over to my little box. Come explore and appreciate my agenda. There is a very sad part to this thinking. Here there is no freedom. There is always an end with a gloating person who thinks that their ideas are the best and the greatest and to follow them would mean success for whatever space they occupy. Nothing is further from the truth.
Following any man…leads to bondage. Either in this realm or the next one. There is not freedom for the man who follows another. It’s all box hopping.
But to follow the One who is greater. The Creator of all that fills our senses. The one who fills my intuition and rescues my soul from corruption. He is my leader and I know Him by His forever whisper that came into my senses when I was so young. Born I was to hear Him and know Him. To be filled with wonder as I enjoy the light in the woods and the lonely robin wandering around the trees like I wander around in my life. I enjoy Him as the little birds hops and sings. I am reminded that my Creator enjoys me as I hop and sing.
