I never considered myself to be talented although I had my dreams.
I tried pottery--ended up with lopsided bowls. I took two years of piano and quit after the teacher wanted to talk more about her marriage than the scales. I tried ice skating but my ankles didn't quite understand their role. And singing, well, I learned how to be a stage hand for my senior high musical right after tryouts.
Someone mentioned to me this week about our lives being like a canvas--a canvas for God to use. Of course, I started to think again about my lack of talent in art--but for only a moment.
Because writing is my canvas.
I write for both Christian markets and secular and I think that works fine. But as with any skill or talent, it takes hours of practice. But it also means giving over my canvas to God to see what picture He will paint with my life.
Not always easy.
Sometimes I like to do my own thing--send out an article before it's ready . . . query an agent before my work is professional . . .
I don't know if I'm meant to publish a book, write short stories, or maybe learn how to do devotionals. But when I hand over my paint brush to the One who does--I finally get to live my dream.
Have you turned over your canvas yet?