“Why did you do that?”
“I do not know. Random thought that made sense at the time?”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now it seems obvious, but at the time it was a thought out of the blue that made seemed to make sense.”
I love inspiration. Desperate, random, or otherwise, it is a voice worth listening to! As I age, I find myself looking for it more and more often. It is often a divine answer to the prayer of frustration – “Give us help for the hard task; human help is worthless.” (Psalm 108.12) Looking back, I wish I had realized how helpful it was earlier in my life.
Listening to the voices in our life is a good thing. As I evaluate others, I look for individuals who recognize its voice, especially in others. In their openness to the places Inspiration chooses to reside, they discover that others have been unable to see or imagine.
Inspiration comes in many forms. Sometimes it is a picture. On other occasions, it is a casual observation shared by one to another. From beauty to action, facts to ideas, and celebrations to sorrow, inspiration is hiding in very corner of life.
The power of inspiration is that it is not exhausted with use. A single source of inspiration can be multiplied, reused, and shared without losing its luster or power! I find it to be timeless.
To be useful, inspiration must be used. Much of the inspiration around us is wasted. Said another way, it comes and goes without much notice or fanfare. Even if one recognizes it, until it is embrace and put into action, it is likely seen as something beautiful, different, or perplexing.
My “why” question was asked in the face of an insurmountable obstacle. I had started to accept that we were going to need to reset expectations and deliverable. As it is, we are on track! A big thank-you to the one willing to see what I did not. My task today is to follow their lead, willing to see and accept inspiration’s guiding hand.
