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Fear tells me that I am not an artist.
Fear tells me that “artist” is reserved for greats like Michelangelo, Monet and Picasso, not for 30-year old stay-with-child moms.
Fear tells me that my work is not art.
Do you know what fear doesn’t tell me? It doesn’t tell me that I have a college degree in fine art and have spent the past decade working professionally as a graphic designer. It doesn’t tell me that even if I don’t see myself as an artist or my work as art, others do.
Fear doesn’t like facts. It likes to hide in the shadows whispering lies and twisting the truth. Fear wants me to stay in limbo, in the gray area of uncertainty because it paralyzes me. It keeps me from dreaming and creating. It knows that making art helps me see what cannot be seen and that leads to me closer to seeing fear’s true self—small, powerless, useless.
I will not let fear tell me what I am not. Instead, I will tell fear what I am.
I am an artist and I make art.
If you’d like to see my art, head over to my Instagram feed. It’s where I post images of everyday objects from a different perspective. It’s a place where an almond becomes a duck’s beak and a tape dispenser becomes a snail. Enjoy!
Can I be honest? Sometimes I get discouraged for not having this whole parenting thing figured out. I’ve been a mom for more than two years, which equates to more than 18,000 hours! In any other area 10,000 hours qualifies me as an expert, but when it comes to parenting, I’m just a beginner.
I may still have a long way to go, but I’m so glad that I’m not where I used to be.
When I was in college, my brother told me that he would never let me babysit his future kids. EVER! (emphasis his) Something about being irresponsible…or something…I guess I wasn’t really paying attention and was too irresponsible to listen to what he was saying.
That was almost 15 years ago and since then, I’ve babysat all my nieces and nephews…all 5 of them! I’ve even volunteered with middle schoolers, high schoolers and now preschoolers…and I love it!
When I start to get discouraged about still having a long way to go on my journey as a parent, it helps to remember how far I’ve come, not just how far I have to go.
Right now I am impatient, prideful and stubborn. Right now I am insecure, selfish and controlling.
This is who I am today, but not who I ultimately want to be.
I have a picture in my mind of the future me. It’s a picture of a kind old woman whose spent a lifetime being moved by the Holy Spirit. One whose rough edges have been softened by a loving, forgiving and gracious God. One who looks a lot more like Jesus than the one who exists today.
I see myself as a gentle, yet strong old woman. My eyes will be wrinkled from years of joy and laughter. My hands will be tired from a life spent in service to others. My belly will be soft, squishy and perfect for cuddling and comforting little children. My steps will be slow and steady because I’ll have figured out that most things just aren’t that big of a deal. My lips will overflow with love and encouragement. My heart will be filled with grace and compassion for others.
Most importantly, I’ll to be a woman whose inner beauty overwhelms my physical appearance.
I am not yet who I wish to be and that is okay because God has shown me a picture of who I will become if I continue to walk faithfully with Him.