“I can’t imagine anything more dangerous to the enemy of our hearts than people who know who they are…It’s time to rescue our beautiful design from the dark grip of doubt and discouragement.” Emily P Freeman, A Million Little Ways
I stood lean and tall as a poplar tree in high school, and I can still feel myself hunching my shoulders to blend in with my friends. I hear more than one person ask me “Do you play basketball?” (heck no). I see myself dancing with boys that reached my shoulders (unromantic). I remember conversations with worried friends’ moms who thought I was anorexic. (That is, until they witnessed my hearty appetite.)
The grown-up me loves my height and build, and I wear heels and above-knee skirts to prove it. My husband tells me I’m super model tall with legs that stretch for decades. My friends smile and call me slender rather than smirk and call me skinny. Today I see my dotted freckles, stretched limbs, Irish green eyes, and even my birth defect as reflections of a God-made work of art.
It’s much harder for me to see art in what I do today – from throw together dinners to price compare laundry detergent to scribble out words. If I’m not in an orchestra or writing a bestseller, how do my talents, desires, and even my to-do’s figure into art? And why does thinking about it as art really matter in the first place?
Because we all secretly or not-so-secretly hope what we do matters.
If God is spectacularly creative and He is in us, then He must comes out of us in countless, artful ways.
Because I wasn’t just born to be art, I was born to make it too.
“There are many ways, a million little ways, that Christ is formed in us and spills out of us into the world.” ~Emily Freeman
One of my favorite writers is not only convincing me this is true, she is showing me how to live like it’s true. Emily Freeman’s new book, A Million Little Ways, is an invitation to re-think your life and what makes you come alive. It’s hope and purpose and direction for every person, especially those of us who aren’t painters or pianists.
Like the one who teaches physics to cadets at the Air Force Academy.
Or the one who bakes sugar cookies for four wide-eyed granddaughters.
Or the one who potty trains her toddler in the tiny bathroom.
If you struggle with believing what you do is important, this book is for you. It’s a breath of fresh air, a call to the artist inside *everyone* to step out with the tools God has specifically chosen for you. It’s encouragement to live the unique-to-you art that glorifies Him. And guess what? I’m giving away one copy of this book! In order to be placed in the drawing, just leave a comment below answering this question: Do you consider yourself an artist? Why or why not?
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