Over the past few days I have been pretty sick and it has not been much fun. I will say, however, that it has given me a lot of time to think. And if you know me at all, you know that thinking is one of my favorite pastimes. Needless to say, my brain has been having a party.
On one hand, this is great. It keeps me moving even when I am completely incapable of doing anything else. On the other hand, it is completely overwhelming. You see, if I am not careful, those thoughts become a tangled web of clutter. The part of my brain that creates the thoughts will work faster than the part that processes those thoughts. When this happens, I find myself tired and frustrated.
This happened to me today. I began thinking about my career path and all the things I have wanted in life. I must add that I was thinking on a very surface level, knowing that my true destiny and the success of my future lie in the hands of my sweet Father. As I was thinking about these things, I started asking myself all sorts of questions about all the things that I love.
This is how it went down in Laura-Land:
Am I truly a musician?
I mean, of course! I have every reason to call myself a musician. I have studied, invested, practiced, and experienced. So, yes, I can consider myself a musician. I have been given many opportunities to express this part of my identity, and I know I will be given many more.
Am I really a writer?
I mean, come on! I seriously laughed at myself when I questioned this one! I spend so much of my time writing and editing that sometimes I wonder how I manage to get anything else done! In the same way as being a musician, I have studied, invested, practiced, and experienced. I have been given many opportunities to write, as well as many opportunities to edit. I also know that I will be given many more throughout my life.
Okay, so am I really an artist?
Well, I mean.. I haven’t really studied art. I don’t think I have invested, but I guess I have practiced some. I definitely haven’t been given the kind of opportunity with art that I have been given with music and writing. I don’t know if I can really say I am an artist..
This is one of the most ridiculous thought processes I have ever had!!!!
Of course Satan would have me compare a God-given gift to a worldly measure of success. As I replayed this thought process in my head, and then said it out loud, I realize the truth in all of it. God gave me an artistic gift. Just because it is not fully developed, that does not mean that it is any less a gift. And just because I haven’t been presented the same opportunities, that does not mean that they are not on their way. In fact, I could end up receiving far more opportunities in this one area than in the other areas combined. The most beautiful truth is that I don’t have to have any of these things to claim being an artist. God gave me a gift, and I simply have to proclaim that truth, accept that as a part of my identity, and walk in that title.
So, dear friends, I am an ARTIST.