He said that sometimes he would sit there for two or three hours, and nothing would happen. Then all at once, something would begin to flow from within him – a new thought, a new idea – and he would take a pencil and begin to write his impressions. This is the way his ideas came. His imagination drew upon the invisible Source within which he knew to be God. He would sit there with the mental attitude: - “God is giving me ideas, and as they come to me, I will draw pictures of them.” Year after year, he produced. There never seemed to be any lessening of the flow, no stoppage of the creative action, and no limit, apparently, to the ideas.

Every creative artist does this, and I am sure every inventor does. Why should not you and I do it? We have to start with the proposition that all things are possible to God: that God makes everything out of Himself by the very simple process of becoming the thing He makes. There is no struggle, no holding of thoughts, no willpower involved.

We often feel that we are only half alive, but because God has implanted something within us, which knows more than we do, we live in spite of ourselves. How is it that we eat mince pie or a ham sandwich or maybe a salad and have it turn into flesh and blood and hair and fingernails? Here is the miracle of life, the invisible becoming visible. We are so used to the process that we never question it; we just accept it, take it for granted. Why could we not take it for granted that God will give us ideas, that the Spirit within us, as Jesus said, knows what we have need of even before we ask?

Suppose every time the tree thought of putting forth a new branch it would say, “How am I going to do it? I only have a certain number of branches. I don’t know how to make a new branch.” Now, just for the fun of it, let us suppose this tree is a person, just as you and I are, and it is bemoaning its fate because it would so greatly like to have a few more branches, but it does not know how to make them. And thinking of the tree as a person, let us assume that every time the tree says, “I don’t