In the course of putting Jovie to bed last night, I gasped when I looked down at her feet… they were covered in bluish, green splotches!
Upon further observation, my heart quickly returned to its regular beat pattern… I see that her feet were a mere casualty from her afternoon painting session. The one where she was bent over the sloshy palate of well-worn, water colors making art for her favorite man (daddy) with the most intense form of creativity she could muster up.
I had stopped to watch her earlier, while her feet (not yet blue) were dangling from the kitchen chair as she found full delight in her ability to create. Where did this love and delight to create come from?
I’d like to give myself the credit and maybe even a little to Mr. Coppertop, but I would be selling her short.
She, like all of us, is a reflection of the ultimate artist, the one who paints his sunset in the sky and tosses the stars into their place, we are His image bearers. What we create is a mere reflection of the author of all that is beautiful.
What are your favorite ways to creative?