The imagination can be an extremely wicked place or it can be a place of dreams and visions. Mine at times is a combination of the two. Music fuels the images. Scriptures flood them.
I’m an artist in my purest form. No inhibitions. I must be honest. Let it all out and cut away at the increase if need be. Smooth out the edges or sometimes leave them rough, depending on the piece. The truth is I am both. Soft and hard at times. I am imperfectly human serving a perfect God. I am not enough. He makes up the difference. So He gets the credit. I pay Him the increase. I trust whatever He gives me will be more than enough. We’re just cool that way. I am mere clay. Dirt that dreams.