Okay I’m going to start with a bible passage but don’t let it scare you away (it sometimes does to me).
Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase.
Proverbs 3:9
This scripture is often used at church to inspire giving. Makes sense. Last night, as I flittered about in the kitchen doing dishes so that everything would be nice and tidy around the house before I start writing, I thought about this passage in another way. I thought about how tired I always am after I clean. I dug a little deeper into this notion of first fruits and thought, maybe it’s not just about offering the fruits that result from my labor, but the fresh fruit of my labor—my spirit—as well. Maybe that is an offering worthy of the divine.
Why do I give my writing practice the last drips of energy I have left in my day. It is my most sacred practice, or so I say. Why, if not doubt? If not fear?
I think I will make a vow to offer the first fruits of my day to things that matter. My writing. My music. My soul. My self. My love. I think God is much more interested in all of that than She is in my dishwasher.
