My “Creative” Child

Recently I joined a Creative Arts Worship group.  I’m not sure now why I did, I had no idea what to expect but I like the idea of painting and drawing and writing.  I probably like the idea of those things more than actually doing them.   I thought the group might help me be more creative or more disciplined to create.

During our first meeting, I heard a couple of women comment that they hadn’t written or painted or drawn anything in quite some time.  Life is busy and, somehow, allowing time for creativity just doesn’t happen.  We just simply don’t make time for it; there are too many other priorities.

It made me think of my son John, who is fourteen.  John is a gifted musician.  I don’t just say that because he is my son, others say it as well.  The problem is, he doesn’t see himself that way.  He hasn’t picked up his guitar in months.  His gift just lies dormant and, as a parent, that grieves me.

Maybe though, I am guilty of the same.  What have I done with the gifts God has given me except make excuses and put off developing them for a more opportune time or belittle my ability until I talk myself right out of even trying.  I imagine that must grieve my Father God.

The Bible tells me I have been created in the image of a creative God. Creativity is in my DNA, whether I recognize it or not.  Creativity is a part of who I am as His child even if it isn’t valued by myself or others like He values it.

I can still hear my mother introduce me as her “creative” child.  I can hear the tone of voice she used and the implication wasn’t lost on me then.  Or now.  It wasn’t approval.  I can still hear my ex-husband’s voice asking, “don’t you think people are sick of getting your homemade gifts?”.  I can still hear the tone of voice he used and the implication wasn’t lost on me then.  Or now.  It wasn’t approval either.


Creativity became limited to only those things that had some practical value – sewing clothes, or curtains, or cooking until little by little, creating for the sake of creating just kind of fell by the wayside.  I began to believe that the resources – time, money, energy- expended on creating something weren’t worth the final outcome and therefore, just a waste of resources in the end.

At the Creative Arts Worship group, listening to  others voice their thoughts on creativity postponed, I was reminded of what God said to Job in response to Job’s questioning God.

He said, “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the world! 

When the morning stars sang together. 

All the sons of God shouted for joy”.

I can almost hear the celebration; the songs the morning stars sang over creation. 

Joy filled the heavens. 

Color sprang up everywhere. 

Life abounded and what did God say?

And God said it was good.

I can almost hear the tone of voice He used and the implication is not lost on me. 

It was approval.

Creating is valued in the Kingdom of God.

Creating is celebrated.

Creating is expressing me as only I can do.

If worship is defined as acknowledging God for who He is, couldn’t it be said that creating is a high form of worship.  It is at it’s core recognizing that the creativity in me is a reflection of who God is.

I realize now why I went to the Creative Arts Lifegroup.  I didn’t go so much to create but to be given the permission I needed to create.  Not so much because what I write or what I paint or draw or sculpt is of any tremendous value in the overall scheme of things.  But to not create is to deny a part of who I am and a part of who God is.  And I tend to think that that might just grieve my Father.


reprinted from my old blog


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