Her gifts are not my gifts.

Her artistic ability is ridiculous. Her creativity is unique and unparalleled. She paints and draws wonders beyond imagination, and photographs animals at such a close range like some creature-whisperer.

I wish I could do that. I can’t.

But I do make things with my hands, and they are a different beautiful. Words here and there, and music, and objects, and food, and massages. And even if I didn’t make things with my hands, whatever I could create in any way would be worship. It’s all worship, is art.

I don’t need to be able to make art like hers.

It’s all worship. Some art praises colours, some glorifies the human form. Some bows to existentialism or philosophies, and other adores creation itself. But her art … it exalts the Creator in all His splendour and grace and power and love.

And so if my art can do that, if my gifts, varied, limited, particular, vast – if they can glory in God, if they can show the world something of Him. If what I create can shamelessly give all credit to my Creator. If my hands and my life speak of Christ, His beauty, His love, His goodness.

Then I’ll be on the right track.

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Friends, this is the artist who inspired this post and inspires me still: https://instagram.com/hannahjesus/, http://www.hannahjesus.com/. You can get a glimpse of her in the photo above, credit to her. She is a dear friend and a lover of beauty.