If we hang out in the river of God, we’ll find ourselves longing to create. I’ve had such a limited understanding of creating. I thought creating had to be art – really good art or really good writing to qualify for the verb “create.” But that thinking only paralyzed my confidence and blocked the gift inside me. Our oldest son creates with concrete and metal beams. My mother creates intricate geometric forms on fabrics that become quilts. We pass them down into the generations. Our daughter helps unravel emotional pain and mental anguish. These are all creativity outside the box!
The Creator wants to form beautiful in and through us. Like the river, He always moves forward. In other words, good-bye “old” and hello “new” more often than we choose. I used to like editing. The story, already formed, just needed a brush up. But now I’m learning to love the seed form of creating. The seed form is the beginning. It looks so little, so insignificant. What, this? How could such a little thing in me really matter? The seed, like the undeveloped gift in me, doesn’t look like much, but has lots of potential. It has to be planted,though. I acknowledge the potential value in me by action. I plant the seed. I write. I create – just in case what I create has more potential than I imagined. It just might have the power to grow and spill out in unexpected ways, reaching unexpected places.
This is good cure for disappointment or hopes deferred by an ever-changing landscape of life. There is always something of value in me. It may be in seed form, but it doesn’t have to stay there. I can invest that seed
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What a beautiful post. Such Grace and life. Thanks.
Thanks, dear Carolyn Hodill! I was so excited to hear about your double-portion of grandbabies! Now that is abundance in the river of God! Love you!