The Unfinished Song

One of my greatest frustrations with the creative process has been the inability to finish what I start. I literally have multiple hundreds of unfinished ideas or songs. In some cases, the music is basically there, but the words are incomplete. However, especially in recent years, I have worshiped anyway, even for much of an entire day. I realized this afternoon that the words or music are not the what ultimately matters, but the encounter with the Lord. Human lovers, or even friends, can spend time together without words or music and enjoy the time, so how much more can each of us do so with Jesus - our creator, our savior, our redeemed, the lover of our souls (despite its places of darkness), our bridegroom, our elder brother, the one who calls us friend. Indeed, I can regard the words and music, or fragments thereof, as bonuses, little kisses to or from heaven. I feel like a weight is being lifted off of me. As the song goes, I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and it's all about you, Jesus. Though the music or words may not be all there, if I am all there (or even if I'm not), warts and all, He is all there, and we meet – creator to created, savior to saved, redeemer to redeemed, lover to beloved, bridegroom to betrothed bride, brother to brother, friend to friend. Incompletion is completed in Him. He is the author and finisher of our faith, so He is the author and finisher of the song we are to Him.