I guess I've always enjoyed creating. I like to use my imagination and bring things to life... sometimes it's through story telling, decorating a room, journaling, or making a new macrame piece. It's about partnering my mind, passions, voice & hands together to make something from nothing. Sometimes it feels like work and sometimes it feels so inspired I can't hold it back... I'm often so driven by creativity that I immerse myself completely in the process. A perfect example would be music... I lose myself in the lyrics and harmonies and can't help but give over all inhibitions. The sound and meaning just pour out of me.
Funny enough... I do not always love the outcomes of my own creativity- sometimes I know its not good or lovely but if I enjoyed the process and connected to my creative side then its still worth the effort! I can think of times as a child I received praise for my drawing skills or the neatly woven braids of my Barbie's plastic hair... I felt accomplished and proud. Then I think of other times I was shamed for not having perfect rhythm or being to "big boned" for a certain stylish outfit I desperately wanted to pull off. That side of my creativity was forever stifled to the point where even today there are occasions I don't feel like I can move gracefully or dress trendy without looking like a total impostor. I wish we all lived with childlike wonder before any marks of shame tarnished our identities.
Yet... deep down I'm confident that I was created to imitate my maker, and together we will make beauty.
This intriguing book is capturing perfectly the language around the idea that all of us are meant to create. And that our most intricate, unique, stunning, incomparable masterpiece is painted on the canvas that is our life story... its an ongoing work of art that is always becoming. There is depth, color, technique, and mystery that combines to become nothing short of exquisite!
I'm feeling inspired... time to go painting.
"There is a direct relationship between those who live most free and those who dream most." -McManus
Here we are on Ash Wednesday 2018... it also happens to be Valentines Day. These dates haven't collided since 1945. This year is significant in my life and I'm grateful for the simultaneous reminder that Jesus died for me because of His great love for restoration and the fact that romance is indeed in the air... and that it's for me too! =)
As the first day of Lent I woke pondering what type of fast the Lord is calling me to... I reviewed some scriptures and was struck anew by Isaiah 58:5-8:
Is this the kind of fast I have chosen, only a day for people to humble themselves? Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reed and for lying in sackcloth and ashes? Is that what you call a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter-- when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
My good Father is opening more than one door... and asking me to be brave and trust that He is my guard and that there is full healing about to appear... quickly! It has been 17 months since I've set foot on the streets of my city to minister to the overlooked population of beautiful people currently experiencing homelessness. But this week I'm going back out... alongside a few great friends and in lockstep with my God! For Lent I am laying down my comfort zone and any lingering fears... I'm going to position myself daily to be used by God to share the Good News, dole out encouragement, and to pray for people. I plan to journal each night as reflection of the Heavenly encounters Jesus puts on my path. I'm excited and anticipatory!