A new beginning…

“The season has come to bring forth a new harvest…”

Three weeks ago: 3 am… Pitch dark… everyone is asleep. Well… everyone except me. Not much noise, except the crickets and other insects communicating with one another. Things that only they know, yet as an outsider I’m intrigued to know what their conversation could consist of. As a biology major, I know much of their calls are for mating purposes (lol); nevertheless…

So I daydreamed. I pondered on life. I pondered on how Payton has become who she is at this very moment. I then reflected on life altering moments that have had a role in shaping who I am today. Then it appeared to me that somehow, someway, I lost IT. I lost my very being. I lost what essentially made me, me. What have I done? When did it all change?

I then recalled the parable of the talents told in the book of Matthew (Matt. 25:14-30 KJV- The same parable is narrated in the Gospel according to Luke in Ch. 19 verses 12-27). Many can receive this word several ways, but as for me it specifically spoke to my life at that very moment. About what happened to me…

The servants were each given a certain number of talents and as a good steward of their portion, 2 were able to sew and reap a return on what they were given. Those who are familiar with the story are aware that the third servant buried his portion in the ground. He is then reprimanded and as the word states “cast into outer darkness”, simply because he did not manage nor put forth an effort to add more to his gift. However let’s dig further. He also expressed his fear of his ruler, which caused Him to make this unfortunate decision concerning His gifts. (Isn’t it something how fear has the ability to completely paralyze our lives? I plan on elaborating on this topic in a later blog)

God had given me this word once before a year ago concerning all that He has blessed me with. God has bestowed upon us all wonderful gifts that are all meant for His glory and not our own. Specifically for myself, I essentially took what I’ve been blessed with and for lack of better words, left it there. Poetry, songwriting, writing, and art, to name a few, were artistic expressions that I clung to as a young girl. As a child I lived for moments to be creative. Priceless moments which consisted of being able to create. Unfortunately, I let life take it away from me. I made excuses as to why I did not have enough time, and other excuses that were not valid and could not be justified. In my own selfish intent I dismissed the purpose. The purpose and gifts in which the Creator has given to me to glorify Him and His kingdom. It’s ironic because I sought other things and people during this time with what I thought would bring fulfillment, ignorant to the fact that through cultivating these gifts fulfillment would have been the result. Anytime we are involved in anything for God it is through those situations where we find our identity, our purpose, every sense of our being.

So back to that night…

It hit me… emotionally and spiritually. Physically, at 3 am while everyone else was quiet, I too began to converse as the insects, poetically to my Father. POETRY. I haven’t done a piece since 10th grade of high school. 6 years… SIX WHOLE YEARS…

The sudden change, the new season, hence deciding to name the piece “Season”… The excerpt from the beginning of the blog describes what is evident. Three weeks ago at 3 am, the time had begun. The time has come for a new beginning. Digging up what was so graciously given to me by God. Nothing deserved, but purposeful for His plan. I don’t know what He has in store, but I have stopped searching for purpose. Through becoming in an intimate relationship with Him, our good Father will reveal His will in due time.

I pray whomever reads this will be blessed and inspired to go after their passions. Those dreams and aspirations that you once enjoyed and sought after. All for His glory. Until then…

“The season has come to bring forth a new harvest…The season has come to bring forth a new harvest…”

Enjoy

Peace, Blessings, Love & Laughter,

Payton C.