Are you ever going through life when suddenly inspiration wells up from what seems to be out of nowhere? At first it's like a little spark deep inside, but then it grows into something big and bright. Eventually it pushes its way outside and into the world.
Usually when I feel that spark, I don't know what is coming. I feel excited and nervous about the possibilities of what is to come. Many times that spark turns into writing. Sometimes it turns into a craft or project. And other times it becomes something much more abstract. The exciting part is, whatever is to come will be an extension of me. It will be creative. It will be beautiful, at least to me. The part that makes me nervous is the process of growing that spark into a bright light. Will it turn out? What will I do with it? Will I want to share this part of myself with others? Who will I share it with? Will it accurately represent me? I'm really not sure why it makes me nervous though. These little sparks never end somewhere bad. They are always so rewarding when nurtured to fruition.
This evening I felt a spark. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I felt inspired by the idea of inspiration and creativity. I got to thinking about how beautiful it is that God created us to be creative beings. How creative must God be to have thought up you and me? Every person that ever has been, created unique. No two identical. Each a separate masterpiece. Each with their own creativity.
