New Book Coming Soon

Basileia: The Land Behind the Silver Door

Written by Sara Rust

Illustrated by Tiffany Christensen

Available for purchase December 2015

Invitations for book launch coming soon!

 

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“In Basileia, the children were free to do what they truly loved. Their eyes twinkled and their noses wrinkled. Life was delicious and loveable. But as they grew older, forgetfulness would take its’ toll. Basileia became a tale of yesteryear, a thing of dreams. Now that they were grownups, they had no time for games, no time for play. They had “more important” things to do, and Basileia seemed to be lost to them forever.”

 

My Fit

“Where do I fit?” In some ways, this feels like such an adolescent question. “I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up! Someone tell me what to do with my self! Whah! I hate making decisions!” Sounds like I’m whining at the world. Oh, but such a complex question, at the same time! I’m not sure it’s a question that can be answered simply. I’m not sure it’s a question that can be answered, actually.
“You fit in my love.” Yes, well….okay, that was simple. Ambiguous, but very, very true, God. Yeah, okay, I “fit in your love” and from that place I, well I just am, I suppose, like a star in the heavens. A star doesn’t go looking for it’s fit, it just is.
That’s pretty good, I’ll admit, but I’m not sure that’s the whole story, either. A star seems so small and insignificant, a tiny spot, barely noticeable in the scheme of the Universe. Maybe I’m not as significant as I was hoping. But then….maybe I am more significant the closer you get to me. Like a sun.
Not that other people or things “revolve around me,” but that I have the power of life (and death, I suppose), influence, if you will. Not necessarily across the entire universe (though perhaps I could also be a piece in a really beautiful constellation, I think that’d be pretty cool), but perhaps there is at least a tiny corner of this Universe where I am vital.
The sun, our sun, only supports life on one planet. Why is that? Is the sun a failure because it only sustains life on one of its eight planets? From far away, our sun is only an average star in the sky, but for Earth, well, where would we be but for the sun and it’s creator? Six billion people and trillions of other life forms.
Maybe I should be asking, “What world(s) do I influence?” and “What are the things that are drawn to me?” I know every metephor breaks down at some point, but maybe, like gravity, my “fit/destiny/place” is drawn to me rather than me trying to find this ambiguous place of “Where do I fit?” The Universe doesn’t revolve around me, yet somehow I think I have an insane amount of influence for being so “insignificant” Still don’t know if I’ve answered the question, but maybe finding out what “you fit in my love.” means is a good place to start.

What I know to do

Today, I will do what I know to do.
I have this absolute, burning desire to do something that matters.
To make a difference.
I want to travel the world, record in words and pictures and story the aspect of God’s character that shines through each culture I encounter.
I want to be a character on the stage, embody a moment, bring people into the experience we call live theatre, and I want to do so in a way that causes people to encounter a God of truth, love, and power.
I want to paint a picture that makes someone cry, or speaks a message of hope to a nation.
I want, more than anything, to be the someone special to one single person for the rest of our lives. I want a brood of children and a home to bring people into.

Today, I will do what I know to do.
There are so many things I want to accomplish.
I want to change the world-but where the heck do I start?
My passions are running around in all directions, how do I choose what to run after?
When I run, I run with passion, purpose, and purity. It’s when the purposes are multiplied that I freeze up in confusion.
How do I even begin?

Today, I will do what I know to do.
I know that my creative brain needs some inspiration- I will draw a page in my sketchbook
I know that my roommate’s love language is acts of service- I will do the dishes
I know that it’s time to buy groceries- I’m going to the store
I’m at the store-I know that I’m a steward of my body- I will buy more kale and forgo the cookie butter (this time)
I know that I’ve been feeling the urge to record my journey and share my thoughts- so I write this blog (even if it feels overwhelming and I have to let go of perfectionism)
I know that today I will do what I know to do. There is no place for apathy here.