Last week I spent the evenings teaching an art class for the creative arts camp at our church.
We spent five nights talking about God's artistry in the world around us.
We dripped paint onto chairs.
And maybe spilled some on floors.
We glued fingers to paper.
Spilled paintbrush water down tabletops.
And somewhere in between the messiness and chatter and giggles,
the children filled our room with beauty.
When we lined the tables with the projects on Friday afternoon, I was amazed at what all the little fingers had made throughout the week
And thankful that my God is an Artist.
That He has designed us to be creators, too.
And that, for some reason, kids are especially wonderful at creating~
That their pieces, with mixed paint and dripping colors,
Were so much more beautiful than my carefully painted example projects...
I was reminded to create with the freedom and joy of a child.
Uninhibited with expectation.
And perfectly content with every marvelous imperfection.
...That perhaps the artist-heart of God is best revealed in the creative pursuits of children.