Now that the adjusting has stopped and this new life has started to feel like normal, I have found myself begin to find my voice again. Begin to feel that creative spirit call out from inside me. I'm doodling again. Seeing the world in patterns and pictures. Feeling colors. Sensing life spew from my hands as I create.
This is the me that I most enjoy. The side of me that looks at life as a canvas to paint. The part of me that sees problems not for the challenges they create, but for the possibilities that lie hidden just waiting for my creativity to splatter all over them. The part of me that feels the most alive on this side of heaven.
As my abilities continue to strengthen, I'm finding my creative voice more strongly. Feeling it gurgle up within my spirit. For this is not just a creative process; this is a spiritual one. One in which my soul must sing to its' Creator with everything it has.
My prayer today is that as I continue to play, create, and explore that God is worshipped. That I am a poem living up to the expectations of the Poet. That my life, not just my individual actions, are a piece of divine art. And that as I live out my calling to be His workmanship, I have fun being an artist as well.