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.
The kids and I agree that God is the most amazing artist.
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