I've been thinking quite a bit about creativity lately. Its interesting how God brings things full circle in life, in even the seemingly insignificant areas. Years ago, someone recommended a book to me by Edith Schaeffer - The Hidden Art of Homemaking. I was a young Christian, newly married and eager for advice so I   picked it up from the library. While I may be in the minority, I have to admit that I found it irritating. Who does this woman think she is, I thought, does she have nothing better to do than sit drinking coffee in her little artist's enclave creating masterpieces? Did she really think I was going to set up an easel and paint the sunrise? 

Years later, I'm taking another look at this book. I'll continue with this soon. In the mean time, Mrs. Schaeffer states:

Whatever form art takes, it gives outward expression to what otherwise would remain locked in the mind, unshared.

What are your thoughts on her statement?

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This is a poem I have saved on my desktop as a reminder of a perspective I would like to have a little more often. It seemed especially appropriate today.
Happy Mothers Day!

To My Child,
Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile
and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up
and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me
how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off,
and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when
you grow up, or second guess every decision I have ever made where you
are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand
over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal
so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and
count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite
TV shows.
Just for this evening, when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,
I will simply be grateful that God has given me such a precious gift.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms,
and the mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. . .  It is is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day. . . .
-anonymous

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I have to admit that this is quite intimidating! Sharing anything at all with a countless number of people around the world simply goes against everything I have ever been! However, with the strong encouragement, almost nagging of my husband, here I am. Despite his methods as well as through his methods, he has given me a great gift. I have wanted to write for most of 15 years and this blog is the result of his persistence.  Xavier, thank you for encouraging me and giving me the means to take a first step.

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