The Apple Tree

After an extremely trying month, I have begun considering a "re-consideration" of my work and how I fill my days. Now, I love what I do, but it is of course, a business, which often requires a heck of a lot of money going out before any money will come in. And while Yah has blessed the business this year in a way I could have never imagined, in the last month the expense to income ratio has grown slim, which I know is a sign that something is array. But at first this just brought me to the conclusion that I need to re-work the way I run my company: Translation: just keep it simple, do what you can, and don't spend money that Yah never told you will bring in a return. And because I'm so dope-headed sometimes, it took the occurence of some just really crazy, off-the-wall things happening with a bunch of different cases I'm working on to make me see where Yah is leading me in my work.
So, with that crisis over last week, I thought I got the message. But, see, that's the key, I thought I got the message.

The message ended up being that I need to pursue my writing and give it the focus of my work day while still working my already part-time business really part time.

Most of you know that I studied writing in college and ended up working as a journalist before I started my investigations company to be at home full-time with my little terrorist (Kaydn Rye). About the only writing I've accomplished in the last year and a half are legal motions and briefs, writs of execution and levies. Which I've been okay with, but now, wow, in the last few weeks my heart has just really moved in a different direction.

The vision I got to explain how Yah has been moving in my life during the past year is that of an old, bruised piece of fruit, an apple, on the ground underneath a beautiful, full and blossoming apple tree. The apple, tossed to the ground, awaits the day when someone will pick it up, dust if off and wipe away its imperfections. Now I guess I see the fruit as an apple because it is the symbol of why we go astray in the first place. But I saw this apple as my writing dream, dead and wasting away on the ground, and the message I got from this vision is that sometimes a dream needs to completely die, be tossed to the ground and wither away before Yah will take the seeds of the fruit, plant them, and allow them to grow into something that would never have been possible had that dreamer not proven herself worthy of the dream.

With that said, I feel Yah is moving me in a new direction, and oh by the way, as a step in that direction, you can now find me as a "guest contributer" at Faithlifts.

But I know there are tons of us out there whose dreams are dead and waiting for resurrection. Being patient and faithful in the waiting will bring those dreams to fruition.