I wasn't even sure I should blog today. I published a post yesterday, then a few hours later removed it from my site because I realized that I'd gone a little overboard with the self-deprecating comments (something I have a tendency to do, and I know it's an unattractive trait that seems like a desperate attempt to fish for compliments). If you read that post, try to erase it from your memory banks. If you didn't, it was about art--a subject near and dear to my heart--and how sub-par my own attempts at creating it are when you put them next to Michelangelo's. (Well, duh! Almost everybody's attempts would fall into that category!)
What I need to remember is that God gave me a deep desire to draw and paint--and even though He didn't give me the same degree of talent that He gave the Masters, He gave me some. He gave me what He thought I'd need. He gave me enough to do with it the things that I was meant to do--and I'm hoping that one of them is to finish that ABC Book I'm working on for my grandchildren. He gave me enough so that I would enjoy the creative process, that I would experience such an indescribable joy while wielding a paintbrush or a pastel crayon or a colored pencil, it would make my heart soar--the way I assume one's heart soars when he can play the piano or sing like an angel (two talents that I can't even conceive of having). God gave me just enough artistic talent so that I would be capable of producing gifts of handmade love for my wonderful, non-critical family members and friends, and donating my time to paint murals on the walls of my sons' Catholic elementary school...and making that ABC Book, of course.
There is a fine line between humility and disrespect when it comes to acknowledging God-given gifts, and I hope I don't cross it too often. Therefore, I want to take this opportunity to say that I thank God every day for giving me something that has brought such happiness and purpose to my life. I truly do.
Now you're probably saying, "Look at her, getting all full of herself. She's really not that good!" [Insert smiley face emoticon here.]
I have used my artistic talent, such as it is, to paint all kinds of crazy trompe l'oeil thingys on the walls of my house (animals, mostly). While I'm aware that this habit of mine might lessen the resale value (but hey, you can always paint over them!), I think this unusual wall art gives our home an endearing touch of whimsy.
Just recently, I was bemoaning the fact that we probably can't afford to update our dated and worn-out kitchen cabinets--the ones original to the house, which we bought in 1990--anytime soon. So I decided, you know what, I can do whatever I want to these cabinets! Who's going to stop me? If we have to sell our house, the new owners are bound to gut the kitchen anyway! I've decided that I'm going to think of all those cream-colored door and drawer fronts as blank canvases.
And so it begins.
When my husband and second oldest son first saw this little painting of a spoon, they thought it was some sort of stick-on decal I'd bought. I considered that the greatest compliment ever! To me, it was like having a successful art show at a gallery.
So I'll end here by urging you to use those talents God gave you, whatever they are and in whatever degree He gave them, to make your own life happier and to spread joy to others. Have fun with them. Don't compare them to the talents of others (something yours truly would never, ever do!). And I'm not sure if the spoon I just showed you really accomplishes this...but use them for His greater glory, too, whenever and wherever you can.