It has been awhile since I have written much on my blog. Seems I have been taking snapshots of my life, like little puzzle pieces. Trying now to sort them out by color and shape. Looking for the edges that will contain the whole.
I have had a dream for some time now. A dream to open a studio where women can come and be and create. A place to take a take a deep breath, to drop the masks we wear and carry. A place to be still and quiet when needed and to be in community when needed. You see, we need both.
A place to explore our lives, our hearts, our hurts, our desires that have been ignored. A place to use creativity to begin or continue that exploration.
I think I have been afraid, no, I know I have been afraid to move forward in this. Afraid that I did not have much of value to offer. Afraid that I would not be able to do it. Afraid that I would open the doors and no one would enter them.
My wise counselor said that I am going to have to pick fights with those lies. That the enemy of my soul has been feeding me lies my whole life! You see, I have always been afraid to tell, well it's more like even believing the truth about myself.
I am beginning to believe. To believe I have worth and value and something good to share with others. It's not bragging. It's truth telling. To not believe, to not use what has been given to me is damaging to my heart and soul! It keeps me frozen, afraid to move forward.
God has gifted me with certain gifts and talents. He gifts us all! He has gifted you!
I am wobbly moving forward, and instead of looking at the pile of puzzle pieces I am going to begin to place them together one at a time.