Tuesday, 14 August 2012
A Collection of Butterflies
I lay in bed last night and thought about how incredible God's creation is. We are surrounded with beauty every day and we are so fortunate to be able to see it, hear it, smell it, taste and touch it. What fun the Lord must have painting a fresh new sky every morning on His heavenly canvas.
Butterflies are like tiny little pieces of art floating about, each painted with precision and totally original. Their delicate beauty never cease to astound me. If only I could capture a fragment of their beauty on canvas.
This week I am privileged to take part in our art group's annual exhibition, and I am amazed to see such a collection of beautiful and skillfully executed art in one place. Yet I stand humbled, for we are but imitators of the great Creator. How blessed we are that He shared some of His creative being with us, endowing us with the talent to create in order to communicate His message of grace to those who come to view our exhibition.
Creating art is more than just putting pretty images on a canvas, it is also a process of learning, growing and discovering your true self, our creative selves. If we have been made in the Lord's image then we have also been given his creativity, but few of us realise this, preferring rather to listen to that vengeful inner critic who constantly wants to rob us of inner peace, inner fulfilment and joy.
Often I hear people say that they are not creative, they cannot even draw a stick man. It is a lie they tell themselves. There are so many different forms of creativity, after all we have more than the sense of sight, we have ears to hear beautiful music, poetry and stories. Noses to smell fragrances and food, therefor we need the artistry of chefs. We have hands to touch and to feel, maybe your creativity lies in turning an ordinary piece of cloth into a fantasy of swirling colours, or changing a house into a home. Creativity is woven into the very fibre of our beings. It is etched in the way a mother loves her children, it is carved in the way a father plays with his children. Look for it and you WILL find it.
What is your creative gift? If you flutter by here, please share it with me. We are all kindred creative spirits. Together we are a rabble of butterflies.