Ours

I am a creator. I make things. I have creative urges that can come out in a myriad of ways, but they have to come out. If they don't, I can get moody, dissatisfied and unsettled. Those three adjectives are the antonyms of all that I hope to be.

Right now I'm sitting in our living room figuring out what I want to make to satisfy an oncoming urge. It was a long day at work, the seasonal sinus issues are creeping into my head, and I'm feeling restless. Sure I have plenty of things I need to make, (5 more curtain panels for a friend, quilt sketches for that same friend, 2 baby quilts, Christmas gifts, etc.) 

But what do I want to do?

What you just read... those are my thoughts. Those are my unorganized and selfishly, creative thoughts.  When I want to do my work for me, when I want a quick creative fix for me, is when I get restless.

The Lord created me to bring comfort and joy to the people around me because of the gifts that run from my brain to my fingertips. If my creative urges are born out of my selfishness, they lead to restlessness. This need and ability to create beautiful things, when I invite the Lord in, fuels my soul, our home, our marriage, our community, and our life. When it is thriving, it is so blessed and so restful.

My husband was sharing some things with a friend a while back and the friend assured Nelson that we "rock" the plural possessive pronouns. That's what I just did a few sentences back. I rocked that plural possessive pronoun. Because that is much better than having a conversation where I need to emphasize how many "my's" or "I's" I've used because I'm ashamed of how nasty it sounds.

I choose to believe that these creative urges are purposed from the Lord as leanings of the Spirit...to show his handiwork, to bless his people. He will make beautiful things through my body and mind. He will create through me and with me.