I can’t sing. No, really, I’ve embarrassed myself too many times trying to make my vocal chords cooperate with each other. It ain’t happening.
I took piano, and clarinet, and cello, and violin lessons when I was younger, but to be a good musician means having rhythm. I can’t even clap on beat.
I loved art class in middle school, but apparently you need some sort of coordination for that stuff, too. I worked so hard on an art project for class, and in the middle of the project I dropped a paint brush with black paint that rolled all the way across my canvas and onto the floor. Distraught, I took my disaster to my teacher. Her solution? Roll paint brushes all over my canvas. My piece wasn’t picked for the art show.
Dancing? Sports? That coordination thing again.
Public speaker? Well, I giggled all the way through my speech in school, and I’ve been told my whole life I talk too softly.
Debate? I stood dumb-founded while my opponent ripped me a new one. I like to think of myself as more of a lover. Can’t we find a way to all get along?
I auditioned for a fashion show once, but only because my beautiful friend didn’t want to go alone. He was accepted. I waited for him in the lobby.
I’m quiet and I’m average, a perfect combination for getting lost in the crowd, for feeling like I have nothing special to offer the world.
Sure, I discovered photography, and I became really good at it, but it only happened because Matt drug me all the way, kicking and screaming. It had nothing to do with a gift or a passion.
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe you’ve been average your whole life, and you have decided you’re part of the non-gifted club. You know, the losers who only exist to take up space and use up oxygen.
Except, in Genesis it says, we are created in the image of God. What is the image of God? Who is he?
God is the infinite creator.
There is no lack in Him. If we are created in the image of the infinite creator, then we were created to create, and because we have the Infinite living within us, then we have infinite ability to create, in infinitely different ways. You see, when we create, it’s God who creates. Where then, does that leave the non-gifted club? Are we all here just to cheer on the gifted ones? Did we somehow get in the wrong line when God was handing out his creative image?
I’ll tell you what’s happened. God’s image has been buried deep down under Fear, Lies, Average, and Doubt. Time and Life have snuffed out the creative desire placed in each of our hearts. The Infinite cries out from within you in the form of your desires — your lost desires. It’s God who desires to make, to create, to organize, to plan.
Will you join me on this journey to unearth our buried talents? Will you, with a brave heart, explore the smallest of things that ignite your heart? Yesterday, I wrote about creating, my creative journey, and the story inside, but it wasn’t just for me or for the select few who consider themselves to be artists. No, I am writing to all people, doing all things, for we are all made in the image of the Infinite Creator.
So, what were you made to create?
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