I wish I could draw something as delicate and lovely as these flowers. I know people who can, but I’m not one of them. I love standing in my sunroom and looking out across the hollow at the autumn trees of all colors. If I could only sponge paint that scene on my writing hideaway wall. But I know myself, and that isn’t my gift. Even my gift of writing isn’t always satisfying if I’m looking for the wrong thing in it. Do I write because I want to bring glory to God, or do I write to bring glory to myself, to show my craft in its finest light and win awards and receive rave reviews? Do I practice writing, struggle over it, rewrite and rewrite until I get it the way it should read?i
Did you ever decide you needed to trim your bangs, and got a little carried away, and by the time you finished you realized you had created for yourself a bad hair day for the rest of the year? And yet, when was the last time you took a class in hair design? I’ve never taken a painting class, so what makes me think I would be a good artist without learning how?
And how can we be good Christians in the eyes of God if we don’t practice Christianity by prayer, reading of Him, from Him, living in His Light? It takes practice to create anything of beauty. The most important beauty to seek is the beauty of my relationship with God.
How about you? What is your struggle? What do you want to improve about yourself and how will you go about doing that?