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Does anyone besides me have a feeling that God is calling you to accomplish task in your life but, for whatever reason, something is preventing you from accomplishing it, delaying you for months, years even?
I feel called to be an artist. Whatever it is I do in my life, someway or another, I’m always finding my way back to art. Drawing, and creating stories.
However, one story in my mind is especially dear to me. A manga I’ve been conceiving in my mind for many years now. I’ve come to the conclusion that God has entrusted this story to me…I believe it because God has led me to believe it. He gave me these aspirations (and the zeal to chase after them for so long) for a reason. So…where’s the sheer passion I had before? Those eyes I had to see even the most mundane, everyday occurrences as the beginnings of epic adventures? The lasting passion I had before. Where is it? Nowadays, I’m lucky to get one week, one DAY where I feel up to creating great tales and drawing illustrations of my beloved characters. These short bursts of inspiration are usually followed by months of dryness. Months of mediocrity! I feel like I’m being teased.
The story in question has a lot of spiritual themes and themes about the human person as a whole. The meaning this story has is very personal to me.
Daily, I offer the story’s plot, characters, and everything else concerning it, to Christ’s Sacred Heart. I offer it to Mary as well. I ask them to watch over it even while my inspiration is nil.
In the past, I was beginning to think this story will never make it. I felt (dare I make this comparison) like the child I was bearing for so long would die before being born. I was feeling very heartbroken and near despair. After praying for some form of consolation, a short few evenings later, I had a very brief dream. A very simple dream: I saw the hand of God holding my main character who was sleeping, very peacefully. I then saw God gazing down at him, not glancing away for a second. Even though this dream lasted but a minute or so and was in no way ecstasy inducing, when I woke up, I felt a supernatural sense of hope that I never felt before. I knew, somehow, this story would make it.
I also asked God how he cares for my characters. I felt a voice inside say, “I watch over them as my own.” I felt a great peace flowed over me at that point, nearly to tears.
This hope still lingers, faintly, but it’s as if a cold feeling of doubt is trying to replace it. On top of that, I just haven’t been up to writing or drawing it lately…or anything for that matter.
Thoughts like “He doesn’t care about your dreams” or “He’s just leading you in circles.” or “He didn’t REALLY mean that!” keep weighing heavily in my mind.
I, at times, find it difficult to discern what thoughts in my head are God’s voice speaking to me, and which ones are just thoughts. Laying in my bed, I thought I felt these words in my head: “I won’t despise anything which you give to my heart.” I felt quite peaceful afterwards but…was that me, or HIM? For this reason, I’ve been afraid of praying too deeply. I’m afraid of “hearing” a voice that I mistake for His voice and acting or thinking on it. My worst fear is hearing God tell me to let go of the project for good. Then I would feel like I’ve been lied to this whole time.
I’m not sure what to do. Prayers please, and advice if you have any.
Thanks in advance.
I feel called to be an artist. Whatever it is I do in my life, someway or another, I’m always finding my way back to art. Drawing, and creating stories.
However, one story in my mind is especially dear to me. A manga I’ve been conceiving in my mind for many years now. I’ve come to the conclusion that God has entrusted this story to me…I believe it because God has led me to believe it. He gave me these aspirations (and the zeal to chase after them for so long) for a reason. So…where’s the sheer passion I had before? Those eyes I had to see even the most mundane, everyday occurrences as the beginnings of epic adventures? The lasting passion I had before. Where is it? Nowadays, I’m lucky to get one week, one DAY where I feel up to creating great tales and drawing illustrations of my beloved characters. These short bursts of inspiration are usually followed by months of dryness. Months of mediocrity! I feel like I’m being teased.
The story in question has a lot of spiritual themes and themes about the human person as a whole. The meaning this story has is very personal to me.
Daily, I offer the story’s plot, characters, and everything else concerning it, to Christ’s Sacred Heart. I offer it to Mary as well. I ask them to watch over it even while my inspiration is nil.
In the past, I was beginning to think this story will never make it. I felt (dare I make this comparison) like the child I was bearing for so long would die before being born. I was feeling very heartbroken and near despair. After praying for some form of consolation, a short few evenings later, I had a very brief dream. A very simple dream: I saw the hand of God holding my main character who was sleeping, very peacefully. I then saw God gazing down at him, not glancing away for a second. Even though this dream lasted but a minute or so and was in no way ecstasy inducing, when I woke up, I felt a supernatural sense of hope that I never felt before. I knew, somehow, this story would make it.
I also asked God how he cares for my characters. I felt a voice inside say, “I watch over them as my own.” I felt a great peace flowed over me at that point, nearly to tears.
This hope still lingers, faintly, but it’s as if a cold feeling of doubt is trying to replace it. On top of that, I just haven’t been up to writing or drawing it lately…or anything for that matter.
Thoughts like “He doesn’t care about your dreams” or “He’s just leading you in circles.” or “He didn’t REALLY mean that!” keep weighing heavily in my mind.
I, at times, find it difficult to discern what thoughts in my head are God’s voice speaking to me, and which ones are just thoughts. Laying in my bed, I thought I felt these words in my head: “I won’t despise anything which you give to my heart.” I felt quite peaceful afterwards but…was that me, or HIM? For this reason, I’ve been afraid of praying too deeply. I’m afraid of “hearing” a voice that I mistake for His voice and acting or thinking on it. My worst fear is hearing God tell me to let go of the project for good. Then I would feel like I’ve been lied to this whole time.
I’m not sure what to do. Prayers please, and advice if you have any.
Thanks in advance.