My parents were artists. So when recently asked by my son-in-law how I come up with my creative ideas, the answer was easy. I grew up in a home where creativity flourished. I watched my parents create, make and do my entire childhood. Because of this I’ve never doubted or questioned my ability to do the same.
One such artistic endeavor lead my parents to create calligraphed scripture art like the one shown on the wall behind me.
A favorite among this art was a scripture sharing these words,
Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God;
This scripture became somewhat of a family theme for us as my parents referenced it often while speaking of their desires for our family and home.
A few years after my dad died, while at a gathering at my mom’s house, my family was questioned about our choice in wall art. “Why do you have this scripture hanging on your wall when you are clearly unorganized?” We were asked.
It was after returning home with Rick, emotionally drained and exhausted, that I was able to understand the answer. My parents didn’t hang that scripture on the wall because we had already mastered it. They placed it there with the hope that it would some day be mastered.
And so it is with the goals and quotes that hang on my walls today. There is nothing I have mastered in my life. Not completely. I have not mastered the thoughts and ideas on my kitchen’s inspiration wall nor have I mastered the words written on this blog. And I don’t know that I ever will. Because I believe that even with all I may accomplish, Christ will offer me an invitation to come see more. And I want to see. Every bit of it.
So I write and I tape and I thumbtack and glue and I read and remember. Making no apologies for the things I’ve not mastered. Because the journey–the gloriously imperfect, fumbly, bumbly, up and down and all around journey–well,
that’s my favorite part.