“We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer
I’m hiding behind a cave of procrastinated homework and a half-empty teacup trying to remember if I had three or four cups of coffee today. Yes, three or four is a bit extreme, but after two cups everything is a little fuzzy and the caffeine buzz settles in for the rest of the day. The caffeine was supposed to cure my lack of focus—but (as you might’ve guessed) I ended up in an overly fried caffeinated state. But don’t worry, I love my cup of espresso way too much and have no intentions of giving it up soon…but I may consider cutting back on my intake.
One moment…completely unaware…caught off-guard…and in a fairly compromised (caffeinated) state. This kind of moment, for some reason unbeknownst to me, yet humorous in some weird, twisted way, is when the profound seems to appear.
When I sit down to write a lyric, it never comes. My brain can’t trick itself into writing music, good music, that is. A melody taps me on the shoulder; most inconveniently I might add, five minutes before my 8 AM math class. Driving on I-70, homeward bound. It rudely barges in on a confidential conversation, and sabotages my morning run. It hopes to escape in the middle of my gargling mouthwash.
Inspiration doesn’t come on a leash. Divine inspiration is transcendent; it’s far beyond any control or restraint.