Tiger Woods stands on the sloped green as his eyes move from his golf ball to the cup. He squats down, cups his hands around the bill of his Nike cap, and he intensely lines up his shot. His ears have shut out sound and to Tiger the earth has stopped rotating. All that moves is his calm heartbeat and his eyes from ball to cup. At this powerful moment, Tiger is being Tiger and few will argue he is one of the best to ever grab a club.
Under my rib cage, above my diaphragm and to the right of my heart sits this “thing.” This thing wakes me up at night with an idea, a thought, or a phase. This thing used to whisper to me, “write about this, or say it this way.” Now this thing screams, “I AM DYING! LET ME OUT!” This passion, this desire, this need to express my creativity is no longer polite.
This thing has been in me for as long as I can remember. When I was younger, I could ignore it and these ideas would enter my blood stream and slowing vent through my pores and disappear. As I have aged, maybe my plumbing isn’t as leak proof as it once was, because now these ideas threaten to blow off my fingernails if they are not used. They will find a way out.
This thing was placed in my chest by the same God that placed the “Tiger” in Tiger. God has created and designed a unique gift for each one of us. It is that thing that is inside of you that you take for granted. It is that thing that has always been there, that thing that has always been easy–almost like a reflex. You do it and you don’t even notice it. This thing, this amazing gift was installed in us to aid in our purpose. The question is what are we doing with this thing? Are you willing to let it ooze out slowly or do you have to lose a few fingernails before you use it?
I‘ve made my decision.