I’ve been writing in journals for several years. It has been very therapeutic, and it has given me pleasure writing. Occasionally, I would glue something special about a day onto the page, like a movie ticket or restaurant receipt. But once in a while, I’ve wanted to draw something to go along with my writing, and I couldn’t. I had never drawn anything, nor taken any art classes. My hand simply could not draw.
This year, I decided I wanted to draw enough to be able to use in my journals. I watched YouTube videos, read books on how to draw, and even took a beginner’s drawing class at the local art center.
Every day I would practice drawing something, even if it was just a doodle on a scrap piece of paper. I was determined. Slowly, images took shape.
I began playing with colored pencils, water color pens, and all sorts of inks. I made art journals by combining thoughts I had written or scriptures and pictures. Sometimes I thought they looked childish, as though a five year old had made them, but that was still ok with me. It was a start and I was learning something new.
In the process, I discovered I loved drawing angels and flowers the most. Nothing was ever perfect, but I loved the process. It became a way of finding peace at the end of the day.
And I learned that I was still able to learn. My mind was still eager to find something new to be passionate about. Each day brought new experience and color into my life. A new way of expressing what I wanted to say. It was a tremendous blessing God had given me, to know beauty could be found in imperfection.
Have the courage to explore God’s gifts. Explore something new and embark on a wondrous journey of discovering that maybe, just maybe, you can do what you thought you could not. Have the courage to be YOU.