VISION #23: To create something beautiful that helps millions of people create their own beautiful things … that pays us all well as our souls prosper…

A man’s mind plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps, indeed…

I was poking around Google Images for a photo of a neat, rich and green lawn with neat, vibrantly-colored flowers (gotta have the color purple to notice so it won’t piss God off!) for this post, which in my mind, I planned to write the first in my “home repair visions” category.

Check back for that…

Because in Google Image poking, I came across this gorgeous sphere of perfection by DW Photography, worthy of all its pixels.

Beauty crowds me…

…not till I die, but even moreso after I die, as I always edit the famous poem in my mind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever, Mr. Keats — and the ironicly blessed thing about seeing this pic today is that my daughter just handed me perfect sphere we call a “weed” in the front yard, in the cool dullness of the spring morning.

I studied its perfectly spherical shape, tried to fan it — even though I know that spreads weeds — but it stayed put.

How awesomely round and gorgeous.

How much fun the Creator must’ve had making this…

“Give me something…”

That’s what one woman demanded respectfully from Tom Joyner one morning on his radio show, seeking a consolation prize after losing.

The insistence in her voice and soul bespoke of an urging so, so…urgent…that Tom and his staff scrambled around to give her something.

That’s me today.

“What I am, what I’ve known…

…never shined thru in what I’ve shown,” Metallica sang so on point, that I can write those lyrics by heart without Googling them.

And yet, by Metallica expressing that creative angst, they accomplished the very thing they sang about not accomplishing…

The Author and Perfector of our faith works in ironies like that.

I love it.

Give me something!

So that’s my respectful prayer and vision today, thru Jesus — the Name that saves.

Yesterday I was kinda down and depressed and weepy.

Mainly because I’d read some excerpts from the new Hollywood down-low roman a clef, Hiding in Hip Hop — which I was blessed enough to get the dot com for.

I got my first $1 affiliate fee of the $15-something priced book, but after reading the excerpts, I couldn’t sleep the other night, thinking about getting paid to promoting smut.

I love to sleep, so I took off all my affiliate links to the product. And in place of ads, put up a YouTube video of Donnie McClurken talking about his own down-low kinda feelings…

It’s not the first time I’ve felt compelled to pull back off a product.

So I was kind of railing at God again — asking Him exactly what can I do as a Christian online?

I’m trying to walk that fine line of legality on the net.

Maybe that’s why He finally gave me the answer to that beautiful symbol I’d been seeing in my mind’s eye when I’ve laid before Him in the bathtub, naked and finally still, hands raised many times…

Thank You for the Upsilon, Lord…

Playing around the Visual tab on WordPress, I saw the insert character tab.

I searched around for the Υ shape I’d been seeing in my visions…

…and finally found the Upsilon, which amazingly means:

Upsilon is a word borrowed from the discussion of hyperspace.

Moving upsilon means moving from a lower dimension to a higher one. Imagine escaping from the dimension in which we are residing and start meandering through the untrodden domain.

The move from a lower dimension to a higher one can be likened to our creative process — both are groundbreaking and mind-blowing.

Upsilon bound…

Who could ask for a better definition of what’s going to happen in my life than that?

My Provider and Comforter and Lord and Rabboni knows exactly what I need.

And what you need, dear one reading this — You found this post for a reason…

He’s taking us higher creatively and jointly as our souls prosper in Him and His Word.

I need to get in it more and relax in Him.

Forget just writing about what other people do, I want to create something from scratch.

Something beautiful…

Something I can hold in my hands…

Something with my name on it that I can point to God’s glory…

Something that pays very well and gives me time to relax and think and dream again without running around the net like a neckless chicken…

Something that leads millions upon millions of kids, adults, folks who have given up, people poised to kill themselves with gas and such to STOP THAT! and turn it around and go follow their bliss…

To follow that thing that’s been in them since birth, since they were 7 years old…

To get that thing in writing that makes their pulse beat, the thing they delay taking their preschooler to the sanctuary for because they’re so into it…

The thing that makes them look up and marvel that an hour has transpired while they were doing it…

That “it” thing for me is Write Your Visions…

I can feel it.

I pray it.

I love it.

I leave it in God’s wonderfully creative hands to bring into being…