A friend gave me the book, A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live by Emily P. Freeman.
The term art is painted with broad strokes. Freeman’s scripture-based premise is that we are God’s image-bearers, his artwork, and as such, it’s our task, our privilege, our terror, to find and live the individual artistry God has placed in each of us for His glory and the benefit of others. Everyone—even Dorothy, “the meek and small,” as she describes herself to Oz, The Great and Terrible—is God’s artist.
I’ve just started the book, but here’s a sentence that stopped me in my thought-tracks:
We’re desperately afraid of desire, terrified that if we consider for too long what we most deeply want, we will be confused about which desires come from us, which ones come from God, and how to tell the difference.
Daring to dream is God-given. And not following those dreams might be a waste of one’s purpose at best and disobedient at worst!
This same friend once said, “Are we going to be accountable for our unopened gifts?” Hmm.
I’ve known that God made me me for a reason: allowed me to develop certain interests, skills, and passions. Freeman gives us a gentle nudge, or kick in the pants, in the direction of doing something about it.
All right then—ready, set, GROW.