A time to Unite with the Brave ones...

Intimidation can be thick in the slew of eyes that watch. The faces that stop to take notice of your work {or lack of}. Making assessments and interpretations thru their lens. Most often, not fulling understanding your view, your heart, or your intention.

And that fraudulent voice seems to get louder with the ticking of time. It slithers in dark and unnoticed, hovers in waiting to make itself known. Waiting to project lies and mask it's identity as yours.

Followed by the pounding heart and the internal questioning.

Am I doing okay?

Is this right?

Will they understand?

Do real artists question themselves this much?

In the frazzle to walk boldly. I ask for courage and I pray for guidance.

And out of the dawn of morning, it comes to me. Transported through simliar hearts and hands... "Say YES!"

A sisterhood. United to do brave things.

Say Yes.

A safe place. Knit together in community.

Say Yes.

A gathering of women. Supporting the artist within.

Say Yes.

And so I do.... Nervous feet, jump. Taking the leap into arms that relate. And the heart cries "Yes! Do brave things! CREATE!"

Warmth and welcomes arise.
And ever so slowly I feel intimidation fade.

A time to Reject Religion...

JESUS>Religion

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Truth through words, my heart in poetry...

This is why JESUS is my all!

A time to Create...

It seems as though cobwebs have been residing in these parts of my life lately. Time has not granted me much space to write in these corners.

However, an anticipation and expectancy for this new year has been rippling under my skin for weeks now.

I am eager to CREATE. To spread the stokes and wings to take flight.

A season of change. A sense of birth into something new.

As I've searched the heart of God for me, and a word for this year to come, there was one that stood out above the rest. The word that made me quiver with nerves and an unease to be vulnerable.

CREATE!

Who am I to fashion art?

The Creator creates.

We are but His art... His masterpiece.

My steps want to halt in fear, but my heart is pregnant with hope.

In wait of witnessing His sketches. His movements.

Taking this life and fashioning His glory.

For I know anything that comes forth from me, is sovereignly planned.

It is not about making much of me. I am no artist at all, if not for His grace.

It is about making much of Him.

Our blank canvases are painted in colours divine by His very word.

With anticipation I'm stepping forward in courage, becoming comfortable with vulnerability, and letting God birth His creativity in me.

Let it begin...