When I was in fifth grade and began to play oboe I knew that music would always be a major part of my life. Before the end of that school year I knew I would be a band director. There is just something about bringing the notes on the page to life with your entire heart and soul that nothing else can even begin to compare. I never really considered the fact that being a musician takes a lot of courage. When a wrong note comes out, it’s there for the world to hear, but as soon as it’s gone the next one comes into play a new moment has taken place. I always took music for granted. It was just what I did and a big part of who I was. I never considered myself “creative” until many years later.
As I have gotten older I have found other outlets where I have used my creative side. I love to scrapbook and make cards. The feel of paper and glue is wonderful. And the beauty is that there is not a wrong way to create. Never in a million years did I ever dream I would learn how to sew. I have always coveted from afar the projects that others would complete. I would sew little projects by hand but the thought of using a sewing machine was completely beyond my comprehension. And with the help of a beautiful woman in our church, I am learning how to sew and am creating a project that has been on my heart for a very, long time. I can’t share details quite yet, but will very soon.
When I make a beautiful card, lay out photos, or work on my sewing project, everything else in the world goes away. I may find myself in a terrible mood when I begin but by the time I finish, I feel like a completely new person. I feel like I have been used well with the gifts that God has given me. It’s a wonderful feeling.
I wonder how God felt as he created us. Did his mind get lost in the beauty of creating? Blonde hair, blue eyes, red hair, green eyes…..long fingers to play piano, slender build for an athlete, a mind that loves numbers…
The truth is that each and every one of us is a masterpiece created by God. We forget that before we were even a thought in the minds of our parents, the One who created the universe knew about our first and last days. He knew about all of our days to come knowing all of the good and bad choices we would make and He loved us still.
When I think about the love God has for me I immediately think of my own children. Sometimes it’s too much to comprehend. All I can do for my children is teach them, love them, and lead them to make the best decisions they can make for themselves. I may not agree with some of their decisions but my love never goes away. Why can’t we accept that God loves us the way we love our own children? Why is it impossible to believe that we are loved with a deep, consuming kind of love?
Each one of us is a creation that will never be duplicated. We are part of the masterpiece God has created with each one of us being a significant part of His work. We are special, unique and loved beyond all comprehension.
Beloved, you are like no other.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.” Psalm 139: 13-18 (NIV)
Today I Am Thankful For:
- Barbeque
- Sewing machines
- Evonne
- Freshly, sharpened pencils
- Legal pads
