The group exercise was not over. The facilitators asked us to choose one story to turn into a play. Almost in unison, the entire group turned to me. I was honored but at the same time detached; my mind was still reeling in disbelief and doubt. We had one hour to put together a "play." We made props, designed scenes and chose music.
It was show time!
Act 1: Dreams and Wishes
I played Tiev. I leapt with excitement and joy, depicting her passion-flooded mind, overflowing with endless possibilities. I was elated- and winded- as I jumped through the air.
Act 2: Doubts and Weights
My fellow group members lined up to play Tiev's family members. As I stood before each of them presenting her dreams, they literally handed me weights representing doubt and fear. By the end, I was heavy; her fiery passion doused with confusion and anger.
Act 3: Divine Union and Worth
My group members were re-cast. I held hands with the gentleman now playing I Am. We whisked by each group member, whose orientations and actions depicted truths about Tiev and her purpose. In the end, we jumped through a hoop representing Tiev's transformation, invaluable purpose and worth in the eyes of I Am. I felt renewed, hopeful, and impassioned. She had come full circle and I was leaping again. The joy and excitement had returned; her literal weights were cast aside, clanging as they fell to the ground. Promising to never leave her, I Am was by my side jumping higher and with more excitement than I could muster.
A Real Gift
Before we parted for the day, the gentleman who played, I Am, approached me. "Thank you for writing and sharing that story. I want to be that for my daughter. I want to encourage and not discourage her," he said looking shyly to the ground. Then he lifted his eyes to mine and added, "You have a real gift!"
In that very moment, his words knocked down the walls of detachment, disbelief, and anxiety that were blocking me from a profound but simple insight. I met his gaze again and spoke the words, "Yes! Not of me but though me."
Spirit had gifted me with Tiev's tale. I was right, "I could never write" such a story in and of myself. Another seed firmly planted. Now, what to do with it? God had others lined up and waiting to help me discern the answer to this very question.
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