There is so much within me that is aching to get out.  The “creative juice” of the soul wells up within me sometimes so strongly that I don’t know how to process it.  Does this happen to you?  I feel a moving within my spirit to create, yet I often don’t quite know how to channel it.  It seems I am longing to tell the story of God in a new and fresh creative way.  Is it going to be with words or with pencils or with paintbrushes or with music or with some other creative pursuit?

The Artist of our soul made us exactly that way.  With you it may be moving dirt and working in a garden, with another it may be crafting a beautiful piece of furniture, with another it may be diving into the depths of the quantum theory, and with still another it may be writing the newest novel.  There are so many art forms that it would be impossible to name them all.  God has gifted each of us with talent and purpose.  He has created us to do beautiful things.  “For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.” [Ephesians 2:8-10]

We are God’s workmanship ~ or in the original Greek, His poiema.  We are His poem to the world… He has written “beforehand” into our DNA the gifts and talents and abilities that only we can hold.  And our talents and abilities and gifts are not just for ourselves, but they are gifts to one another.  Someone’s (or many someones!) gift of computer knowledge allows me to be able to type this very post.  Someone’s gift of musical composition allows me to enjoy music while I write this post.  Someone else’s gift for ergonomic design allows me to sit in a chair that is comfortable because I can raise, lower, and adjust it in all sorts of ways.  Someone else’s gift for electrical engineering allows me to have light to see all the things I need to see on my desk as I do each task.  And still another’s gift for architecture allows me to sit inside my cozy, beautiful home and be sheltered from the outside elements.  I could go on, but I am guessing you get the picture.

I am thanking God today for His work in our lives… for the beautiful poems He is writing through your life and mine! It truly does make the world a beautiful place.