As women, we were created to create. Men were too, but as women, with the special gift of childbirth, we especially, were created to create. We were created in the image of our Maker (Genesis 1:27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them), our Heavenly Father – the ultimate, the First and Last, the everything Creator! Of course he added a little of that to our souls, hearts, and heads, and some of us got a lot of it! We are the homemakers, the baby-makers, and the relationship “holder-togetherers.” We are the keepers of memories; compiling the stories and photos of our families, the packers for trips, and the ones who have to convince our husbands to dance with us at our niece’s wedding (we long for that moment; at least I do). We decorate our homes, and put together Barbie Dream Houses and bikes for our children. We plan dinners for guests, and make guest rooms comfortable and inviting for visitors. I create. You create. We create.
Don’t get me wrong; I was created to worship God, to be in communion with him, listening to him and for him in all that I do. That is our purpose and joy! That is the first and foremost reason we were created, but we were also created to burst forth with song, to write meaningful things (even if they are only meaningful to us), to paint, and to draw, and to be silly, to make sand castles and forts with our kids, to dance…
Look at the Book of Psalms. David’s beautiful songs. The Temple Solomon built. The Proverbs 31 Woman. It is good and pleasing to make beautiful things in honor and reverence to God.
For too long, I wasn’t creating. I was depressed, and anxious, and I struggled with some things that were out of my control (and some that were). One big factor was facing death and coming out the other side, face down, crying out to God. It got really real for a bit! I had to make a decision on what I really believed about God and that was huge for me. I believed in him. Did I believe in me? Did I believe that all of his promises were for me? I had pain, physical pain that kept me from creating. I felt shame. I felt unworthy. I didn’t feel like me.
And then God performed a miracle. He slowly removed some of the barriers to me creating, barriers to me being me, and I began to worship and connect with him in ways I had never dreamed possible! He orchestrated my life so perfectly in the span of a year that I wound up in places I never thought I would be. A couple of well-placed Bible studies, and some absolute “God-connections” with some very special women, and here I am – free, real, creating, and worshipping! Even on the days I have pain, or I feel the depression creeping back around the corner, or the beginning symptoms of an anxiety attack, I have no fear! I started telling the whole truth about me. I owned my shame, and my past, and the stuff I deal with and struggle with daily. I owned my human-ness. I so desperately want the same for you!
But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely. Galatians 5:22-23
Begin to pray – just talk to him. Nothing elaborate or fancy, just speak from your heart. Praise him and thank him. Tell him what is hurting your heart. Tell him what is bringing you joy. Ask him what he wants to say to you. Listen. Intently and intentionally. It takes practice.
Next open your Bible and read. It doesn’t have to be verses connected to this journey, it can be anything, but just read! Pray for any prayer requests you have received from family or friends.