The sun, moon and stars

Sunday night there was a thunderstorm here. It rained for quite a while and due to some issues the house builders had, mentally, our basement flooded. Now our basement isn't just a big storage, its actually the living room, laundry room and my mom's room. While we were trying to salvage things, my mom ran across some very old things from when I was seven, in second grade. She began to get emotional about the water damage to them but I told her that I could save them. I began to take things apart and spread them over the computer room floor so that they could dry separately. I noticed one lone piece of paper and I immediately knew what it was. My very first poem.

It was intitled, The sun, moon and stars: For my mom! I reference this poem a lot when people ask me when did I start writing but I could never actually recall the exact words. Finding this poem just opened up so much motivation and inspiration in me that its ridiculous. I've been doing this since I was seven!!! If that's not a passion I don't know what is. The poem is so deep that I have no idea what I was actually trying to say. All I know is, that started the development of this creative talent that God has so graciously blessed me with.

Out of a tragedy (the basement flooding) I gained inspiration...

Time to Act Right

I notice that I think a lot about my stories, but not about my life in general. There are a lot of things that I realize I complain about, but never actually do anything. I'm tired of being the one that just talks. I know that one of the reasons I don't act on things is the fear of failure/rejection. Dynamic Image especially. There are so many things I want to do regarding my stories and sometimes I feel like I'm alone. I started this dream of a publishing company and now I feel pressure. It's not only my stories and my hard work but the hard work of five other individuals that really mean a lot to me. I see the same aspirations and struggles in each of us and I want so much to change that for us. I know that God gave me this unshakably passion for a reason and that I should have faith in His plan for me, but I can't help but to wonder, what happens if...?

I know that I worry too much. I know that I need to just let God work in my life. It's just so much easier to worry, as backwards as that may seem. Sometimes I feel that my efforts with Dynamic Image or whatever I do, go un-noticed. But then I have to remember that my reward is not something earthly.

Getting off of my tangent, I've decided that the only thing I should fear is God, out of respect. Failure does not exist for me because with God all things are possible. We say that a lot but how many of us actually mean it? There are so many things that He is doing for me personally right now that I have no choice but to believe it.

In any case, it's time to get the ball rolling. Dynamic Image will be two years old in a couple of months and I want to have something to show for it. I just have to pray that those involved are all as passionate as I am. If not, I pray that God handles it...