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I think there comes a time in every creative person's life - perhaps many times, rather - when we have hit the wall and we've forgotten why we're creating in the first place. I'm really just guessing, since I only know my own experience. But I imagine that I'm not worlds different than the other creatives that fill up cyberspace... and, well... the earth.
Anyways, for me today was the end of staring at that wall. Today was the day where the door opened and the light of memory came beaming in. It's totally the Lord's doing. He is the ultimate Creator, infinitely more creative than my little my kind can fathom. Today, He reminded me why I'm doing what I'm doing-- which is particularly important for me right now... because I'm in college working on a creativity-based major... and college is hard... and expensive. But if I have been commissioned and equipped by Him, then the difficulty is not enough to stop me.
Thanks for renewing my strength today, Jesus. It's good to remember His promises and His passion to see it all to the end.
Until He Comes,
Samantha
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I found some lovelies this past week or so while I was wandering around dA.
Anyways, for me today was the end of staring at that wall. Today was the day where the door opened and the light of memory came beaming in. It's totally the Lord's doing. He is the ultimate Creator, infinitely more creative than my little my kind can fathom. Today, He reminded me why I'm doing what I'm doing-- which is particularly important for me right now... because I'm in college working on a creativity-based major... and college is hard... and expensive. But if I have been commissioned and equipped by Him, then the difficulty is not enough to stop me.
Thanks for renewing my strength today, Jesus. It's good to remember His promises and His passion to see it all to the end.
Until He Comes,
Samantha
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I found some lovelies this past week or so while I was wandering around dA.
October 15: On being a community
I wonder sometimes why it feels so unsafe to share.
What I mean is that two things often happen in my close community: 1) people don't share what that which they are thinking deeply about OR 2) when people share, it is either debated or corrected. If it's pain, it's sympathized with and left without an inspiring conclusion. If it's outside of the scope of corporate thought, it is thoroughly questioned or the topic precariously abandoned altogether.
Why do we do that? Are we afraid to truly know one another? Are we insulating ourselves from each other to keep from being changed by something that someone else may say that is not true? Are we
October 3, 2018: On the courage of love
It's worth taking all those frilly, dead-looking little pieces of the art you used to do and visiting them again, isn't it?
A year away from the last time I really dipped into making things, I find myself swept off my feet by a bigger knowing of Love than I ever knew before. I had lots of words that traced the shape and worth of love, but I never knew until this last year more of how secure love is. Love is mighty. Love is very safe. Love is why living is worth the risk, because even if you fall and land hard, there's no death waiting on the other side - just life!
So here and hello! I'm back visiting the art I used to make and finding that
November 6th
You're teaching me to call You "Father" again. When did I ever stop? "Abba, Abba!"
For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” (Romans 8:15)
You're prying fear out of me, prying the trembling out of my fingers - because somehow I thought that it was You speaking in the quavering, in the shaking. I thought that bad happenings or the things that hurt were quiet omens from a God who was okay with the terror in my heart. When did I ever take on such thoughts about You?
You've taken the script I wrote for my life and You'v
November 1st
I caught myself looking downward yesterday, trying to sort out the puzzle of what’s taking place inside of me. It made me afraid – because I can’t make out distinct lines or colors or shapes. It made me want to tense up and grab hold of your arm like maybe I was falling.
But there’s this verse I forgot (which ironically I sing about in so many songs) about what it’s like to have a God who’s a Potter and what it’s like to spin; what it’s like for hands of pressure to reshape in love the work that lay before him.
And so I’m looking up into your eyes now, a bit sorry for the way I reached o
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