I spied this thought over at Landee See Landee Do. It resonated with me. Which is what art is supposed to do. It made me think about the countless artists who were not appreciated until very late in their lives (Grandma Moses, Norman Rockwell) or those whose talents were not acknowledged until after their death (Van Gogh, El Greco, Vermeer).
I have said countless times before that I would write this blog even if nobody read it. I feel the same way about my crafts and projects. There is something deep inside of me which commands me to create. Many artists will tell you they have the same internal drive.
But someone always cares. Even when it seems everyone and everything in our lives doesn’t. The original Creator cares, deeply.
There was a dark time in my life where I questioned my gifts and wondered if my career choice in interior design was displeasing to God. He answered me in a BIG way, as He often does. The passages of the construction of the temple in Exodus remain as some of the most treasured words He has blessed me with.
"God has filled him (her) with His power and given him (her) skill, ability, and understanding for every kind of artistic work, for planning skillful designs and working them in gold, silver and bronze; for cutting jewels to be set; for carving wood; and for every other kind of artistic work.” Exodus 35 : 31 ~ 32
Enjoy your day of rest, comments turned off.
Clarification: Several longtime readers were scratching their heads regarding last week’s posts. My biological mother, Karen, passed away when I was five from brain cancer. Nadine, my dear mother who raised me, passed away a year and a half ago and it was her home that I helped clean out. While I do not have any biological siblings, I am overjoyed that the heart has an enormous capacity to love and I am blessed to have four brothers and three sisters. Family is what you make it.