The Hardness of Art

Art Series #3

It usually takes a few paragraphs and layers of writing to scratch the surface of what my soul really wants to say. And today it gets as deep as the snow outside.

Making this art, is so, so hard. Blogging is now a part of my art for this time in my life. Sometimes it’s hard though. I love doing it and I feel like this is what I’m supposed to be doing now. However, writing has ups and downs of its own, and combined with emotion—well,

No. This isn’t what I want to say, nor is it what I’m trying to say.

Blogging as an art is hard because I sometiems still worry about what others think of me and my posts.

The thing is, I know that this worry is not really important for several reasons.

1.       I am a child of God who can rest in His love. I just have to breathe.

2.       If God has given me the words to write and a blog to post them on, nothing should keep me from turning my gifts back towards the Giver and using them to praise Him.

Granted, I have little feedback so there’s not too much to go on in that department—but again, isn’t that the point? Isn’t living for an audience of one my life?

Why is it that I am still so deceived?

What is not getting through to my head? My heart? Why do I make this harder than it is?

What is not getting through to your head? Your heart? Why do you make this harder than it is?

The thing is, we don’t really know what we are up against. We think we know, but we really don’t. The way that God loves—that's what we fail to understand. How much, how fully, how it’s all the time…that passionate, avenging flame, that deep, caring ocean…all of love…we just don’t see how much God is a relentless God. One who loves above all else.