This morning I jotted in my journal, “You don’t need to be spectacular or famous to use what you know, what you have and have been given to tell your story…to tell what Jesus has done for you. Just be you, the Spirit will do the rest.”
And I knew this was true. Knew for sure I’d keep telling my stories of noticing God and noticing red birds and clouds and I’d keep sitting with my apron tied ’round my waist and I’d keep painting angels with old hymns inspiring their disposition.
All of it seems happenstance.
I never really believed in angels before they began to believe in me.
I’ll be doing an “artist” type thing very soon.
My brushes are clean, my work area is ready.
I’ve some new ideas for pieces I’ll call series’.
Some ideas for massive, mighty, color-filled canvases.
I’ll no longer have “The Art of Quiet Confidence” here, instead a new blog, portfolio and business type feel.
You see, I’ve decided to believe in some things others say are possible.
I’ve decided to agree with the ones who call me an artist.
The ones who call me a writer.
It’s a miracle you might not understand.
That somehow close to 60, I’ve decided to believe.
To be less apologetic, less doubtful and to meet the faces of those who speak kindly of my possibilities with a thankful “thank you” rather than an injured and hesitant acceptance of all I’d ever longed to be true.
I was created to create.
This, I know is true.
What do you mean, ‘If I can’?” Jesus asked. “Anything is possible if a person believes. Mark 9:23 NLT