“Why would you want a website, Amy?”
There is a stirring in my heart to share, to grow, to contribute, and to communicate some of the lessons of grace I have experienced through returning to my first love: that of creating and living out life with a creative soul.
God places seeds of His design deep into the fabric of every person’s soul. He plants these truths and purposes into our hearts and minds and graces us with gifts so we are equipped for the journey. We are designed to bring Him glory through these seeds. Sometimes, these tiny treasures grow and flourish right from the start. Other times, I think they have to stay in the darkness for a time, maybe even die, before they grow and bear fruit.
God planted seeds of creative grace into my soul before I was born. Growing up I LOVED the simple act of creating. I would design houses complete with handcrafted color schemes and accents. I delighted in moving the small furniture pieces around and making different settings and details. I made every accessory you could think of for imaginary play and was constantly rearranging or tidying everything in our home to make it more “beautiful.” I made mud pottery and cities of sticks and leaves. I would beg my mom to let me get out the “good” linens and china so I could set a pretty table. I stacked and restacked my beloved father’s books so that he would have a pleasing place to study his medical journals or read the paper. I loved art classes. I still remember those beautiful teachers who taught me to love the very smell of an art room. One of my greatest childhood treasures was a big laundry tub of broken crayola crayons that we kept in the basement.
My heart and mind came alive when I created, but there was very little encouragement for this passion. There were a few art teachers who saw something in me and tried to encourage me; but quite simply, I chose to believe the lies that it was a “nice hobby” but nothing more. And the seeds of creativity went into hiding, into darkness, and died.
In my 30’s, life changed. The Lord grabbed hold of me and began speaking truth over me. He sent a beautiful sparkling-eyed female artist into my life named Donna. She was a creator, a painter, always changing things, making things more beautiful, experimenting and drawing others into her creative world. We spoke the same language...one I hadn’t heard in years.
Donna encouraged me and kept telling me I should paint.
One day, she said, “let’s just do it.”
We met in my kitchen, turned on some beautiful music, and let our paint brushes move across the canvas. I painted a church with flowing hills. It was the beginning. And the seeds that God placed inside my heart started to feel the flow of hydration and the warmth of truth. They began to move up through the dark soil.
Many years have passed since then. I am almost 50 now. The seeds of creativity are pushing through the darkness of fear and doubt. They are growing and beginning to flower and bear fruit. Now, I don’t just create because I love it. I create because I must. It is a hunger to walk out the journey God has laid out for me. I don’t have a blueprint of his plans, but I have faith, and He is teaching me to be courageous. I am learning, learning to be obedient to who God designed me to be.
My prayer and hope is that this blog will be a place of grace where the seeds of creativity can be fed, encouragement can be found, and love and truth can be expressed through beauty.