A few weeks ago, I took a road trip out to Pine Grove Furnace to take a hike up the Pole Steeple trail. As I headed west I had Patti Scialfa's cd Play It As It Lays crankin in the car. On the album there is a song called "Looking for Elvis" and these lyrics rattled around in my head for the day and have come back into my thoughts repeatedly over the last couple weeks.
...I'm just looking for some inspiration
I'm looking for something to rock my soul
I'm looking for a brand new destination
I'm looking for Elvis down a Memphis road
I'm looking for Elvis...
I have been drawn to the desperation of the writer for inspiration. I wonder what has happened in their life where their inspiration has been lost, or dried up, or can't hear it any more. I wonder if they are so desperate that will look in any place to find it.
I also got to thinking about the imagery of inspiration. When I think of inspiration I envision something / someone being breathed into by something / someone else. It is life giving, life enabling. It is motivating. I wondered where my inspiration comes from? I thought what would happen if I lost my inspiration? Would I be desperate? Would I look in any place to find it and get it back?
When I think of the above imagery, I like to envision God doing the breathing and me being filled with the breath of God; His inspiration. However, I don't always experience this. Many times I am trying to puff myself up with my own efforts and techniques to get inspiration. When I do this I end up feeling more deflated.
Let us ask God to breath into us, to inspire us.