While reading Drops Like Stars by Rob Bell, a passage hit home today. Before I lay this quote down, I want to detail the situation. It comes from the writer Frederick Beuchner recounting when he was a twenty-seven-year-old bachelor trying to write a novel which refused to happen for him.
I was trying too hard
and hadn't learned yet the importance
of letting the empty place inside of me open up.
And so we're polite and we play by the
rules and when asked how we are, we
answer "I'm fine, thank you," just like
we're supposed to.
And then we suffer.
There's a disruption
and our boxes get smashed
and the insulators are removed
and the pretense is shattered
and the "empty place" inside of us
opens up.
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