Savoring the Process

My earliest memory of creating art involved a giant sheet of shiny coated paper as big as my little body, and a gooey blob of chocolate pudding dropped ceremoniously in the center of it by an understanding art teacher with the patience of a saint. She told me simply, “Go ahead. Paint anything you like.” I was three years old and I still remember how that felt. It was bliss. By the time I was 7, I was walking several city blocks to the local library, where I would spend hours on the floor surrounded by as many books as I could carry. Lost in another world, oblivious to my own. That too, was bliss.

As adults we tend to forget about the joy of slowing down and savoring the process. We want everything fast, and we’d like it stored in tiny spaces. When we touch only a series of keys, and stare at a backlit screen all the time, we miss out on so much; the soft feel of paper, the whisper of turning a page, the reminder that our hands and our hearts create things that we can touch… for a reason. As much as I love digital planning, I don’t ever want to lose sight of that.

It’s in our nature. We were created in the image of the greatest master artist in the universe and He thrives on making something… out of nothing.

Here, in this space, I long to live like that is my truth again. Creating with intention, making something out of nothing, and sharing it out into the world so that someone else can touch and hold that new something in their hands, knowing that it was once held in my own. I do that with love and care because I was created to do that. It’s my purpose. And when everything else in my life feels so uncertain… that is a truth I hold very dear to my heart.