The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul –Dieter F. Uchtdorf
I believe we were born with the desire to create. As young children, we use our imaginations to create fantastical worlds, relive the pioneer days, play army or house. Many of us dream of the days that we will have a house of our own and a family of our own. Many dream of our future job or college or just our next meal. But whatever we create in this life, we will be remembered for. We were designed to create. We can create children, such a true miracle. We can create peace, war, happiness, anger. All events, good or bad, can be a result of our attempts at creating. Dieter F. Uchtdorf said, “Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.” Whatever we create will be unique to us.
When I was a girl, I loved to create. I would create a house made of children’s books on the floor. Each book was assigned a room, handwritten in my girlish handwriting: kichen, dinning room, bedrom, bahtroom. Each one served a purpose. I loved creating an imaginary home for my Barbie dolls. And the home was real to me.
When I was a girl, I loved creating art projects. I would use all the glue and all the glitter. I never professed to be an artist, but I did try to follow the directions and even color outside the lines. I loved art, the paper mache, the macaroni noodles, the pencils which created “perspective”. (I never could achieve that astistic ability.)
When I was a girl, I loved creating writing journals. I would write lines from school plays in my journal during church. (A trait that was passed on to my oldest daughter.) I would write my feelings, my thoughts and during college, I wrote in a journal every day. Let me tell you, those journals could create a movie worth millions.
Now, that I am a “grown up”, I still love to create. My pinterest boards are full of DIY projects, recipes both time consuming and five minute fixes, and sewing projects. I have craft ideas for the kids, holiday crafts, lego crafts, paper crafts. Anything that can be made with hands. And when I pin something that I know I will never get to, I imagine that I will fill my days, twenty years from now, learning how to hand crochet, using pallets for projects and staining pieces of wood to look like Pottery Barn knock offs.
I spent time doing art projects with my kids. I should spend more time doing art projects, because when I am finished, I am calmer. Despite my unfinished work: the dishes, unorganized baby clothes, that laundry load undone, I feel amazing just by creating a pretty abnormal version of a sunset with Crayola watercolors. I feel happy helping my kids paint a paper plate frog, or a snowman or their name out of pipe cleaners. The feeling of accomplishment, no matter how small the task, is not something you can manufacture. It comes with the ability to create. A pure happiness of adding more beauty to the world and teaching your kids that they have the ability to create that same beauty.
However we decide to create, we are creating a footprint. That needlework, that thank you card, that crocheted scarf, that secret recipe for chocolate chip cookie bars just might be passed down to generations. Just might inspire someone to say, “I want that as a hobby.” Might inspire your kids to follow in your ways. Might inspire others to want to create a more peaceful, beautiful, happy world. God gave us this ability to create because He wanted us to find happiness in our creations. And we are His creations, His greatest accomplishments. And I don’t want to do Him wrong by wasting any abilities He might have given me.
Therefore, my goal is to create more. To stop pinning and start doing. To feel the satisfaction that comes with completing something, from turning my pile of odds and ends fabric into that crazy quilt (or two or three) that has been waiting to be made. Making that scarf that I watched instructions for on youtube that looked so easy. To write more and complete all the ideas I've had swimming around my head, even with my kids up and needing things and loving me. To learn how to write amid the chaos or to write after the chaos goes to bed. To finish the story about the little brown house we lived in that my friend says would be a great children's book, to type up the writings I completed in writing group (my hard drive was ruined), to finish my A to Z about my husband. In doing so, I know I will feel more peace (my goal for the year) and fulfillment in all aspects of my life. And maybe I'll have a new scarf to wear in a few weeks.
I was inspired to write this by this talk. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
The kids and I agree that God is the most amazing artist.