much as many imagine competency to be something that one works towards, i.e. progress happens slowly and surely with the effort. i totally believe in that, but i also believe there is something called the competency breakthrough.
i used to be quite a bad writer. no matter how hard i tried to spruce up a composition or how long i tried my hand, or how many times i squashed up pieces of carbon coated paper, everything i wrote came out flat. emotionless. like doing an oral exam paper. i couldn't string together a plot to save my life.
one day, i decided that my detest of writing cardboard essays had to end. i took on the shoes and mind of Arundhati Roy, and somehow my essay came out sounding like The God of Small Things.
that was pretty crazy for me, because after that i never wrote quite like before. even stimulations around me took on a different sort of vibration. observing and living life became a little like Requiem for a Dream/American Beauty/Amelie-esque.
i think my point is- sometimes our ill competencies are in every sense its literal meaning. ill for a reason because of a lock in our brain, or heart. sometimes all it needs is a shift in perspective, or something that clicks it open, and floodgates ensue, of that potential within us that we never knew existed.
a little off the subject, but i think it's really funny how God keeps sending these random strangers to me- physically hungry i know, but deep down, i know there's more to what they need. these kinda things always break my heart- why do i suffice with just an offer to buy dinner/breakfast and a silent prayer when i know my situation mirrors to a tee that of Peter in Acts 3!?!
Jesus, give me wisdom and courage to use your name powerfully!
i used to be quite a bad writer. no matter how hard i tried to spruce up a composition or how long i tried my hand, or how many times i squashed up pieces of carbon coated paper, everything i wrote came out flat. emotionless. like doing an oral exam paper. i couldn't string together a plot to save my life.
one day, i decided that my detest of writing cardboard essays had to end. i took on the shoes and mind of Arundhati Roy, and somehow my essay came out sounding like The God of Small Things.
that was pretty crazy for me, because after that i never wrote quite like before. even stimulations around me took on a different sort of vibration. observing and living life became a little like Requiem for a Dream/American Beauty/Amelie-esque.
i think my point is- sometimes our ill competencies are in every sense its literal meaning. ill for a reason because of a lock in our brain, or heart. sometimes all it needs is a shift in perspective, or something that clicks it open, and floodgates ensue, of that potential within us that we never knew existed.
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a little off the subject, but i think it's really funny how God keeps sending these random strangers to me- physically hungry i know, but deep down, i know there's more to what they need. these kinda things always break my heart- why do i suffice with just an offer to buy dinner/breakfast and a silent prayer when i know my situation mirrors to a tee that of Peter in Acts 3!?!
Jesus, give me wisdom and courage to use your name powerfully!
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