“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.”
Psalms 139:14 ESV
I step out and see the stars I called beautiful last night are concealed thickly.
The moon not nearly as spectacular with an iPhone 7 than my real life view, is big and spectacular.
You won’t see it in this photo.
It peeped through the clouds and their shape was like a little square surrounding it, like an opened box.
I agree with God’s ideas.
I agree and am curious over God’s intentional forming of me, my physical form and my tender soul.
Yesterday, I sold two nudes. I talked with the buyer, a stranger about the evolving of my art.
The shape and shaping of me.
She was not interested and yet, I continued.
Perhaps for a more secure understanding, a clarifying for myself of God’s message.
Saying it is good to understand you are wonderfully made. It is good to be unashamed of your hips, your delicate shoulders, the lean one way or the other that has brought curiosity, even disapproval and notice of others.
These tiny framed views from behind of women resting, sitting, every one different are intriguing.
Makes others calm, draws the eye and the soul closer to our maker, I believe.
Bodies holding souls.
Souls only God fully knows.
I am listening. I am listening to His explanation of me.
Much is being said about the Enneagram and it’s all over the place, “What’s your number?”, the question of the day.
I was an avid listener although I have no books.
I determined I was a 4, no surprise to many and I took in every 4 podcast I could find, I listened, I spun with the ideas of my stances and stresses and how I’d always be this, just needed to know myself more.
And then I quit being pulled in, I quit listening to experts on me.
I told my cousin I tired of feeling doomed by my number, I tired even more though of the Enneagram talk feeling so cliquish, cultish, a sense of unable to understand ourselves wandering people barely able to survive on our own.
The curiosity and draw of me through the Enneagram had become an idol, a tad bit controlling.
Pulled from wanting to grow based on what God knew and knows of me.
My grad student son told me he’d never heard of it, didn’t need to know a number to know what was good in him and what he could improve.
Still, I kept teetering. Everyone was on the “number train”, I better keep riding.
Until I decided no, something feels like I’m losing my footing, going off the rails God has me on.
Something in the soul of me that is growing daily more translucently known and understood by God said stay away from this number knowing, its complexity is pulling you from me.
So, I’m not listening now.
I’m knowing God made me and life messed me up, detoured my route, caused me to muzzle my soul with my physical choices and torments.
The soul is so quiet.
And yet so very vocal.
Such an articulate speaker of me.
I shall listen to my soul and know the wonderful me made by God, understood by God.
I’ll keep pursuing the closeness of me to God, and according to my soul.
He understands me.
No need for numbers or books or trending conversations, not for me, at least.
I’m done perplexing over the complexity of me. Instead, I’ll celebrate my intricacies and know every tiny bit is God’s idea, my soul shall sing its one and only song.
Continue and believe.
No more fixing of me by me.